#bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader

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Eddie Munson x Reader (bouncer x bartender, frenemies to lovers)  - Happy Hours series

Chicago, 1991. When you’re not pouring beers and shaking cocktails behind the bar of Jackie’s, you’re fighting flirting balancing banter and bite with the metalhead bouncer on your break.

A busy Friday night changes how you see Eddie Munson. Maybe you were wrong about the bouncer with his silver tongue and Bambi brown eyes...

This is 18+. If you’re not 18 please hit the back button and read something else.

Word count: 16.7 K

Contents/Warnings: Frenemies to lovers. Misogynistic comments; objectification, men being men. Some violence; Eddie gets in a fight. This is an 18+ fic. Smoking, alcohol consumption & drug use. Oral (reader receiving). P in V sex. Excessive use of pet names. Eddie & Reader are mid to late twenties. Reader is written as AFAB and uses female pronouns.

Author’s Note: One minute you’re daydreaming about cherry margaritas and Eddie Munson, and the next you’re writing 36 pages of how you fall in love with him... Just girly things? This is my first attempt at writing Eddie ❤️

I do hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing it! Thank you @specialagentmonkey for beta reading / being my hype woman.

Once again, this is an 18+ fic. Please do not repost my work to other sites.

Dividers by me ✌️

The cold fizz of vodka soda lime prickles your throat with a pleasant burn. 

It’s August and it’s warm, too warm to be crammed in this little dive bar with too many bodies and not enough of them wearing antiperspirant. Way too warm to be working, slinging cheap drinks to the thirsty Friday night crowd crushed into Jackie’s. They can be stingy with their ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ but the tips are good at least (thanks to the pulled-low hem of your tank top showing just enough and the hug of denim on your hips). 

Jackie’s was a popular little dive you had visited during your first week in Chicago; a drink with your new roommate and some friends ended with you charming the owner Frank and promising to return for a trial shift the following evening. That was almost a year ago and you had settled in well, stepping up to be a supervisor after six months. 

Now, bone tired and wishing just a little bit that you worked a nine to five, you long for a cool shower and something fried and crispy and maybe cheesy (not particularly in that order). You’re here until close, two a.m last call followed by another hour of cleaning. Then you’re home free. Until tomorrow night anyway.

You tip back the last of your drink and crunch the ice between your teeth. Those last few minutes of your break are dwindling and soon you will haul yourself back, to fill beers and shake-up cocktails, all tits and teeth and aching feet. The music from the bar is loud as you perch on your stool at the back door, but you hear him over it hum-singing something way more Billboard Hot 100 than his usual taste. It makes your lips curve into a smirk, your head leaning back against the cool brick wall. 

“Don't you know, hmmhnn change. Things'll go your way. Hmmm hmm Hold On for -”

“Hey, hotshot.”

The small startle that shakes Eddie’s black-clothed body makes you laugh more than it should, particularly when he attempts to brush it off and play cool. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, I should’ve known you’d be here.” His voice is a groan, head tipped back with hammed-up exasperation. 

“Careful, Ed. They’ll revoke your metalhead licence if they hear you’re singing Wilson Phillips these days.” Your voice is a conspiratorial stage whisper as you cross your legs, stacking one over the other. His usual leather jacket has been swapped out for the hot summer nights, black denim over his usual tight black t-shirt and Dickies. 

He rolls and flicks his lighter to set the cigarette between his lips aflame as he meanders toward you. You can hear the crackle of burning tobacco as he takes a long drag, eyes never leaving you. “Not shaking your tits for tips, sugar?”

“Aw, been thinking about me while you’re asking cute girls what their star sign is?” you snark, missing the shadow of something that passes over Eddie’s face as your eyes roll. 

You switch your focus to the night sky above as Eddie comes to loom by you. The smoke swirls around him as he offers the cigarette out to you. Before taking it, you reach back and leave your empty glass on the sill behind you and swap a chilled bottle of Budweiser for the smoking cig. 

It’s not an olive branch, just part of your usual ritual; trading acidic barbs, mean words, shared smokes and free drinks whenever you’re scheduled on the same shifts (which is most nights). 

Eddie uses his keys to uncap the bottle and takes a long pull, head tipped back to show off his pale throat. A sliver of silver glints around his neck. The beer is almost half gone when he rips a truly boyish burp. Gross. 

You take a drag, sighing the smoke into the warm air. 

“What’s the sigh about, princess? Did someone not say please when they asked for their Cosmo? Your little apron tied too tight?” Eddie plucks at the wrap of black fabric around your waist. The way it hugs the curve and flair of your hips is certainly not lost on him.

You blow your second drag of smoke directly at him for that one. “Well if you could make sure we’re not packing the place out and breaching health and safety, that would be fuckin’ fantastic.” 

“Simmer down, princess. I’ve got it handled. You just pour your little drinks and wink at the boys and we’ll get through tonight just fine, ‘kay? Leave the crowd control to me.” Eddie tilts his head, dripping condescension like the total asshole he is. He’s way closer than you even realised and you can smell the spicy Fahrenheit behind the smoke. There’s heavy silence as you both glare at each other in the back alley.

The heat and hectic night make your banter especially snarky but Eddie’s the first to break, nudging you with a little smile. You barely catch his gaze dropping to your lips as you take another drag from his cigarette.

“No one giving you any trouble tonight?” he asks. 

“No more than usual. Just absolutely slammed in there. Just got done changing kegs again - they’re drinking us dry and it’s only Friday.” You roll your neck, sighing again when it cracks. 

“Tips good?” He seems almost genuine until his mean little smirk returns,  “Your tits are probably doing the real heavy liftin’ but..” 

“Listen dickh-”

Just as you’re about to cuss him out, there’s a burst of music and crowd noise as one of the other bartenders comes to find you. Michelle looks between you and Eddie before rolling her eyes. “C’mon, you’re really pushin’ that ten-minute break tonight. Sorry to break up whatever this was,” she flaps her hand between you and Eddie (who’s grinning like a wolf as he finishes his beer), “but we have a bachelorette party in line and it’s already crazy in there.” 

“Bachelorettes?” Eddie pushes off the wall and steals the smoke back from your fingers, “Sounds like I should probably get back to work. Ladies.” He winks before sauntering off, leaving you almost simmering with something like anger until Michelle scoffs and drags you back inside. 

“The sooner you two just bang and get it out of your system, the better,” Michelle tuts. 

“Ew. Pass.” You scoff and pause at the dingy mirror to fix your hair and pat the sweat away with a rip of trusty blue roll, scooping your breasts up in their cups and adjusting your top before scurrying after Michelle again. If you’re going to be busy, you may as well make it worthwhile and rake in the tips. 

The bar is louder than loud but you’re energised from your vodka soda and little sparring session with Eddie and easily fall back into step with the other bar staff, working together like a well-oiled machine - despite the annoying rusty hinge manning the door.  

Eddie rejoined the staff with his buddy Jeff in tow after they had spent some time on tour with their band. You had barely contained your eye rolls when the loud metalhead had waltzed into one of Frank’s staff meetings (conducted over pizza and pitchers of beers) unannounced and kicked his feet up on a table like he owned the place. Everyone was happy to see him (adding a round of shots to toast his glorious return) but you stayed wary of the flirty metalhead with a silver tongue and big brown Bambi eyes. Yeah, you felt warm all over when he looked you up and down and smiled like a wolf but you knew his type - total flirt, make a girl feel special and then move on to the next one. You didn’t move your entire life to a whole new state to get fucked over again, so you and Eddie settled into trading catty comments while you watch out for each other, allowing the occasional flirtation for balance. Getting under each other’s skin in whatever way seemed most annoying and fun? It worked, made the slow nights bearable, the busy ones more fun. Whatever it was. 

An hour later the small of your back is nearly soaked with perspiration. The bachelorettes are in full flight, meaning you have been pouring shots and mixing cocktails non-stop. They’re sweet at least, good with their excited ‘thank you!’s for all the fruity drinks you made them - cherry margaritas, blue lagoons and strawberry daiquiris going down an absolute treat. 

You’re shaking another batch of lemon drop shots for a girl's night group when you become hyper-aware of two yuppie finance bros with their gaze firmly fixed on your chest, trading little smirks and comments with each other behind their glasses. You’re overcome with an overwhelming sense of ick. 

It’s nothing new, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore sometimes - even when you’re up-the-walls busy and the kegs need to be changed. You refocus and fix your gaze on the glowing EXIT sign, thinking about how many more cocktails you will make before close. Your eye is caught instead by Eddie standing by the door, already looking at you while he’s supposed to be making sure none of the patrons are being too dickish. 

When your eyes meet he tilts his chin in a nod. Eddie smirks as he shimmies his chest at you, to which you mouth a very easily recognisable ‘FUCK YOU’ with a cheeky wink for good measure. 

He shakes his head and you pour the line of shots, earning yourself a nice big tip and a rake of compliments from the drunk girls who make you promise to do a shot with them later. Not a promise you can definitely keep, but their enthusiasm is a balm for your soul.

As they shuffle away to give each other pep talks in the bathroom (gosh, you love them), one of the men who had been eyeing you up steps into their place. You don’t miss the way he drags his eyes over their bodies before his snake-like stare is fixed on you. You have already made plenty on tips so you dial back the smile, giving him a barely polite brow raise in place of a ‘What’ll it be?’

“Two whiskeys, top shelf. Whatever’s expensive in this dump,” he says, speaking to your chest rather than your face. You can smell the sour of his breath across the counter. 

You square your jaw and suppress an eye roll that would surely render you sightless for the rest of your days. “If you don’t like it, the doors over there. Ice?”

He grunts affirmative and you pour the drinks from the barely touched bottle, slamming the glasses down just hard enough to startle him before you give him his total.

“There’s an extra fifty in it if you give me a smile,” he says, leaning his elbow on the bar with the crisp note in hand. “You been given’ out a lot more for a lot less all night. One little smile for me?” The man nods to your cleavage, and you refuse to feel self-conscious. 

You can’t summon the effort to even fuck with him, come up with a comeback that his Neanderthal brain couldn’t possibly comprehend. You give him his total again along with your best deadpan glare. “You’re holding up the line. Pay up or am I going to need to cut you off, buddy?”

His face turns sour, acidic anger bubbling up. “You’re a hard little bitch, aren’t ya?”

You smirk at that, plucking the fifty from between his thin fingers to cash up before dropping his change back on the counter. “I am, thank you so much for noticing.” Your voice is nearly saccharine, and you play up the airhead facade for a moment before turning to the customer next to him. “Next please!”

His curses blend into the background as Michelle hip-checks you with a grin and wink, which you return while beginning to pour beers for your next order. If you let every slimeball get to you, you would have given up a long time ago. 

On such a busy night, it was easy to be distracted and forget all about him, but the sharp brown eyes standing by the door saw everything - and he wasn’t so forgiving. 

Almost another hour passes; another keg change, more cocktails to shake, another few visits from your favourite group of girls (who you take a shot of tequila with when they bat their lashes at you - you’re a sucker when it comes to girls who give you compliments and smell like vanilla).  

The crowd thins a bit and you take a turn collecting empties, happy to have an excuse to get out from behind the bar and stretch your legs again, even if it is to balance too many glasses on a too-small tray. The ever-changing obstacle course of the floor on a Friday night is one you’re well practised at, dodging stray elbows and dipping in between patrons to take their spent glasses from the sticky tables, maybe chat a little if it’s not too loud or busy. 

Paradise City is pouring through the speakers as your arms begin to protest the load they are carrying. You know your limit and pick up two more stacked pint glasses, catching Eddie’s eye as he bids goodnight to some regulars. His boot is already halfway out the door after them when you see his face change into something you can’t fully comprehend. Not because you can’t read him - you absolutely can - but your body is careening forward and down toward the floor before you can catch yourself. Your foot had caught on something that hadn’t been there before you met Eddie’s stare, sending you flying forward. 

There’s a thud, crash, smash as you hit the deck alongside every single glass you had expertly balanced. The sound feels huge, ringing in your ears and it’s like the air is sucked out of the room, your body is winded by the unexpected impact. The music cuts and everything hurts - part ego, part ‘that’ll bruise tomorrow’ pain. 

You wish for the sticky floor to just swallow you up as patrons form a little circle around you, crunching broken glass under their feet. A familiar pair of boots stops right by your head. Eddie. He crouches to kneel by you with one hand heavy on your shoulder and floods your already overwhelmed senses with his smoke and leather and spice. 

He says your name, edged with panic until you open your squeezed-shut eyes. You manage to push yourself up with a small wince, hauling yourself with his help to sit on a quickly-vacated low stool. His hands feel huge as they cup your face, you hadn’t noticed how long his lashes were (unfair) or the freckles dusted across his nose. 

“M’okay, Ed. Jus’ need a minute,” your murmur, head ducked to hide your hot cheeks and embarrassment. He stands and puts his arm around you, without thinking you rest your head against his hip but miss his slight intake of breath as your coworkers calm the crowd and start sweeping and gathering the glass, and thankfully turn the music back on. 

Eddie bends a little to speak to you, low and quiet, “Just sit there a sec, okay? ‘Chelle is going to bring you to the staff room.”  

You nod and take a few breaths before taking his hand to stand and be passed safely into Michelle’s care.

“I’ll be back to you in a sec. Don’t go gettin’ in any more trouble, ‘kay?” Eddie’s softness has an edge now, his eyes zeroing in on the man who had given you shit at the bar earlier. The one Eddie had been glaring at ever since; he had seen him stick his foot out to trip you. 

You’re just about to push through to the back hallway when you hear raised voices. Eddie’s voice is louder than the others. You turn and see him squaring up to the slimeball who asked you for a smile earlier, not looking as clever or slick now that Eddie’s up in his face.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Michelle murmurs, pausing behind you to watch. 

“I saw you fuckin’ trip her man. Get the fuck out.” Eddie is incensed. “Been givin’ her shit all night.”

Trip her? Oh. He means you.

“I wouldn’t touch’er. That bitch? Fuck off man, get out of my face.”

There’s a scuffle, another broken glass. More shouting before it really kicks off, fists swinging. Through the horrified crowd, you see knuckles connecting with Eddie’s pretty face. It hurts when you yell out his name, adding to the noise as Jeff rushes in to get the men under control. 

Eddie lands his own punch, rings slamming into the man's jaw, raising a collective ‘ooof’ from the gathered crowd. Despite the blood on his face and hands, Eddie manages to haul him out into the street with Jeff, some beefy regular marching the second man out by the scruff of his neck. 

“What the fuck…” you breathe, realising that you were holding on to Michelle’s arm way too tight. You apologise and she steers you back to the staff room in a daze of pain and confusion (more from the fight than your fall). The room is little more than a box with a wall of beat-up lockers, a sink and counter, a table with cracked Formica and creaky chairs and a squishy old two-seater. It’s cramped but it can be a haven on a busy night. 

As you ease yourself into the corner of the squishy sofa, Michelle pours you a big measure of whiskey for the shock. She kneels in front of you, looking you over for any cuts or scrapes from the glass, and checks your pupils for good measure. You’re just shaken up and feeling the impact of the fall. 

“You dizzy or anything?” she asks, squeezing your knee. “You’re gonna have a big fuckin’ bruise, babe. Remember when I spilled that pitcher, slipped and fell on my ass back before Christmas? Black and blue well into New Year.” She squeezes your knee and encourages you to take a sip of your drink. 

The whiskey burns but you barely feel it. 

“Why did Eddie hit that guy? Did.. did he trip me? The floor was clear, I just… I didn’t see... My foot caught something but..” Your voice shakes from the adrenaline, the shock of the last few minutes. 

She shrugs with a little smile. “I didn’t see either. You’ll need to ask Ed yourself.” A little frown etches between her brows. “He doesn’t… he doesn’t get pissed like that for no reason. He’s a good guy, babe. He looks out for everyone, staff and the drunks. He wouldn’t do that without a good reason. I know you get up each other’s ass but..-” 

As you take another sip, the door swings open. 

Eddie. Eddie with a bloody nose, lip swollen. Eddie with his jacket off, draped over his arm as he flexes his bloody knuckles around a bottle of Jack Daniels, a pint glass of ice in the other hand.

“Hey, you okay?”

His brown eyes are wide, but he’s trying to play cool despite the adrenaline coursing through him too. Eddie feels like his entire body is buzzing, not in a good way like when he plays a gig or when he gets you riled up at him, when you roll your eyes and give him that smirk - bad like when he used to get in fights in school, when a teacher would assume he was the troublemaker and send him to detention or the principal’s office. 

You look at Eddie and he looks right back at you. You can’t look away from each other. It’s like your fall and his punches caused something to shift; you can’t name it but it weighs on you, both of you. 

Michelle squeezes your hand. “I’ll leave you two to patch yourselves up. Be good.” A kiss is dropped to your head and she squeezes Eddie’s arm as she passes him by. 

It’s just you now. You and Eddie, both hurting. 

“Ed…”

He takes a long pull from the bottle of Jack and drops into the seat next to you. 

“Eddie, what the hell was that?” Your voice is quiet and your eyes shine when you look at him. He is a ball of frenetic energy, knee bouncing. You take in the black ink on his arms, see the veins and muscles twitch beneath. His nose and mouth are stained bloody, knuckles and rings too. 

He looks over you, sees how you’re holding yourself carefully after your fall. “He tripped you.” Eddie’s voice is quiet, not something you hear often. He’s loud and he’s brash, hear-him-before-you-see-him kinda guy. 

“Oh.”

“Oh? He’d been giving you shit all night, you could’ve called me. Or Jeff.” He sips the whiskey again and tops up your glass without another word.   

“Yeah, he was a creep. Nothing new there. If I come crying to you and Jeff every time someone gets fresh with me I’d never be behind the bar. People are assholes. I can handle myself, Ed.” 

“And how’d that go for you tonight? You could’ve been really fuckin’ hurt.” His eyes blaze, nostrils flare. 

Your jaw drops, “You’re blaming me?” 

“No. No, fuck,” he growls in frustration. “I know you can handle yourself. That’s why you’re fuckin’ great at your job. If I had just taken him out when he gave you shit at the bar then maybe -” 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie I don’t need you to save me or protect me! Shit happens! This was shit. It happened. You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know. But I wanted to... I want to..”

The air between you is charged and heavy. 

I want to. What does that mean? 

Eddie covers himself quickly. 

“It’s my job. I want to make sure you, everyone here, can do their job without some fuckin’ guy with halitosis making it worse for you, waving his cash in your face like that.” Eddie nudges you gently, “I just want to do somethin’ right. I like working with you, even when you’re a pain in my ass.” 

You scrunch your nose up, “Sap.” It’s easy to both fit back into your normal routine, ignoring the lingering something more that had just become quite clear to both of you. 

“I might like working with you too. Don’t let it get to your head, I’m not sure your ego needs to get any bigger, Munson.”

He smiles, but the throb of his nose makes him wince and swear.

Eddie has made no attempt to put that glass of ice to good use so you ease yourself up to grab two clean bar towels, tipping the ice into one before wrapping it up. You pass it back to him before filling the empty glass with water.

“Thanks, princess.” Eddie flexes his fingers as the ice soothes the burning with cool unpleasantness. 

You ease yourself back into your seat, facing Eddie now. “C’mere. Let me clean you up.” 

He pauses, looking at you from the side of his big brown eyes before turning to face you. “It’s not broken. Just a little blood. You should see the other guy..” Eddie grins when you roll your eyes. 

“My hero,” you deadpan, though you do kind of mean it. 

With the damp corner of the rag, you gently begin to wipe the blood from Eddie’s face, sitting closer than you have ever really been to him. It’s silent between you, the quietest you have ever seen him. He’s too busy watching you, your focused face and how seriously you are taking your task. 

“Very gentle,” he murmurs. 

“Mm, don’t try me, Munson.” You’re quiet again, concentrating on wiping the blood and not looking into his eyes. “Not your first bloody nose after a fight then?”

“M’nope. High school… Mosh pits. Few angry drunks. The usual.” He doesn’t mention his father’s temper, his first bloody nose from a beer-soaked backhand. The whiskey tastes sour in his mouth at the memory.

You lean back a bit, assessing your work before wetting another edge of the towel. Eddie crosses his eyes, looking down his nose. “Am I pretty again?” He gives an extra cheesy grin for emphasis, making you laugh. It makes his heart soar; that sound, how you duck your head. But he sees your pained wince, bringing him right back to earth. 

“Shit, sorry.” “It’s fine. I’ll live.”

You bring your hand back to his face and wipe the last of the blood-stained around his mouth, taking one last slow swipe over his too-plump-to-be-decent lower lip. That was more for you than for him, though the spark of fire in his eyes said otherwise; it was the same spark lit low in your belly since you had first laid eyes on him and started your incessant teasing of each other. 

“All done.” Your voice is just above a whisper, neither of you making any move backwards. 

“Thank you, nurse.” You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. “Hey, can you... wear one of those little white dresses next time?” 

He’s grinning again when you shove at his shoulder to put some space between you, the skin beneath almost burning hot under your hand even through the black cotton of his t-shirt.

“No next time. You hear me? Your groupies will come for me if that pretty face gets all bashed up.” There’s that smirk of yours that sets the embers burning low in his stomach alight. 

He rolls his eyes at you, stealing your move. “You heading home?” he asked, watching you again as you drained the last of the whiskey in your glass. 

“Mm, soon. I’ll check if I can help close and clean, then I’ll go.” You lean your head against the back of the battered sofa and close your eyes briefly. You think you might just sleep here until your stomach growls like something from the seventh circle of hell.

Eddie’s big brown eyes shine with mirth, astounded at the inhuman noise that just came from your curled-up body. 

“Shut up. I’ll make cereal or something when I get home.”

“Nuh-uh. You like fries?”

“Who doesn’t like fries?” you peek one eye open to look at him.

“Let’s get some and I’ll make sure you get home safe.” Eddie checks his knuckles and swipes some of the blood from his rings, acting far more nonchalant than he felt. 

“You don’t need to.” Fries and a shake did sound amazing. Walking home while I felt like a human embodiment bruise? Not so much. 

“I know. But I’m going anyway, and you need to eat. So let me.” 

He pokes your arm as he speaks; you think fleetingly that you might let Eddie Munson do anything if he asked you nicely, spoke to you with that hushed husky voice. You think that you definitely must have hit your head when you start thinking about his eyes…

But he can’t know that, so you settle for an eye roll. “Ugh, fine.” 

With far too much energy, Eddie pushes himself up and empties the ice into the sink along with the red-tinged water. He potters around the little staff room, chucking rags into the bag for the laundry and rinsing glasses. You watch him, curious and a little confused until you realise you are staring and don’t want to be caught. 

You sit up and unlock your tiny locker, taking off and balling up your apron to throw in your bag, spraying deodorant under your arms before shutting and locking it again. Eddie’s got his jacket back on and you carry your own too-big denim jacket over your arm. You give him a nod, ready to go, and head out to the bar to check with Michelle that it’s okay for you to call it a night 

The crowd had thinned to a few stragglers who were almost ready to call it a night. Jeff has the door under control and the bar staff are already cleaning tables and glasses. You promise Michelle you will call her tomorrow, that you will stay in bed if you hurt too much, and accept her gentle hug after she passes you your tips for the night. 

“Get home safe. No more getting into trouble,” she says, eyeing you and Eddie together with interest (and some smugness). 

“No promises. See ya tomorrow ‘Chelle,” Eddie says with a wink before you both head out toward the black ‘86 Dodge Daytona parked a little down the street. It’s still humid and warm outside and you walk in silence until you see him unlock the nice car, opening the door for you. Your stomach flip-flops when he gives you a slight bow. He’s only being nice because you made an ass of yourself at work, you tell yourself. 

“Jesus, being a rockstar really pays off,” you tease and throw your bag into the passenger footwell before easing yourself in. “Or did you steal this?” 

You knew he had worked in a garage before moving to the city, and you force the thought of Eddie in a grease-marked tank top out of your head.

“Nah, my days of grand theft auto are long behind me.” Eddie winks and closes the door before rounding the shiny bonnet to sit in the driver’s seat. His keys jangle before he turns the ignition. 

The radio blares Iron Maiden’s The Number of the Beast so loud that you just about hear Eddie’s swearing over it until he gets the volume down. “Oops.”

“Dude, mind your fuckin’ ears. You’ll be deaf by thirty.” Your own ears are ringing after the onslaught of noise. 

“Huh?” He holds his hand up to his ear and smirks stupidly before revving the engine. 

You sink back into the low seat and shake your head; your own smile reflects at you in the window as he peels away from the curb. “You better not murder me, Munson. I’ll haunt the fuck out of you if you do.” 

“Once again babe, kidnap and human sacrifice are also long behind me.” 

He drives a little fast, but you don’t hate how you feel sitting in the passenger side of his car. He has a faded Black Ice Little Tree hanging from the rearview mirror alongside a skull keychain that cackles and glows red when you push a button on the back. The cramped back seat camouflages balled-up band shirts, a pair of beat-up Chucks, amp leads and guitar strings - a random accumulation that gives you a glimpse of who Eddie is outside of work. It’s easy for your mind to wander; Eddie, a back seat, what kind of girls he usually brings for a ride in his baby. Instead, you wonder about all you don’t know about the guy you spend a good part of your week with, the man currently driving you to get diner food at 2 a.m. after he punched a guy who was mean to you.

“Feelin’ okay?” he checks, flexing his knuckles on the steering wheel as he takes a left.

“Yeah.” You roll your head to look over at him. “Tell me something.”

Eddie glances across at you, brow raised under his bangs. “What?”

“Something, anything. A secret, a story. You always have something to say, so tell me something.” 

“Mmm. You gonna laugh at me?”

“Probably.”

“Shit okay. Um... Okay. I almost got kicked out of my high school graduation. My friends were disruptively loud, like obnoxious motherfuckers - love them to death. And I flipped the Principal off instead of shaking his sweaty little hand.”

It does make you laugh, just a little - more of a really amused smile. “That’s fuckin’ cool, Munson. Were they your little Dungeons and Dorks friends?”

“Rude.” He pauses. “Dragons. Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Nerd. You’re from where, like Ballsack, Indiana?”

“Close. Hawkins - just north of Ballsack actually.”

“Can’t say I know it. Home of the Metalheads or..?”

“No. Definitely not. S’why I left.”

Your lower lip juts out just a little at the loaded confession.

“Your turn. One secret, please. Dirtier the better.”

“Perv.”

“Witch.”

You smirk, leaning your head back. “Been called worse tonight.” 

You don’t see Eddie’s knuckles twitch while you think of a secret. Hearing that guy call you a bitch reminded him of all the times he had heard his poor mother called the same by the deadbeat he called Dad. 

“Okay, you’re going to piss your pants at me. I used to work at this kinda fancy cocktail place before I moved here,” you say. “Totally lied about my experience before starting. Think… wannabe jazz lounge for yuppies. The menu was like this leather folder thing. Anyway, my first week and this like.. rich lookin’ guy comes in and asks for a Roman Coke.”

You see Eddie glance at you as he indicates and swerves the car smoothly to park opposite a little diner not far from where you live. 

“I’m a few days in, super eager to get it all right. I’m like, ‘Yes, of course, coming right up’ and can I remember what the hell is in a Roman Coke? Fuck no. It’s not on the menu so I think ‘Hey this guy must know better than dumb little me’. I’m flipping through the recipe cards, everyone else is busy and kinda mean anyway so I stare at the liquors for like two minutes before I go back and ask him ‘What’s in that again?’.” 

Eddie’s biting his lip. He knows where this is going. He sees how you light up when you tell your story, begs the butterflies to calm their swooping and swirling behind his ribs as you deliver the punchline. 

“Rum. And Coke.”

His head falls forward, rests on the top of the steering wheel. His shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“Eddie. He was the owner.” 

He cackles. That throaty yell of a laugh you hear ringing through the bar or from the staff room when he’s goofing around instead of working. 

“Oh no..” He’s wiping tears from his eyes as you cringe in his passenger seat. “Oh princess, that’s fuckin’ terrible.” 

You sit together in his parked car until you settle, faces hurting from smiling until your stomach growls again.

“Jesus, the woman needs fries - stat.”

“And a Coke?”

“And a Coke.” 

Eddie is out of the car and opening your door before you even have your seatbelt off. He offers you his hand to help you out of the car, careful of your sore body after the fall. 

“Feeling okay?” he asks, still holding your hand. 

“A bit achy. I’ll have a hot shower and take something before bed.” You lift his hand to check his knuckles. “Sore?” 

“I’ve had worse.”

He squeezes your hand gently before you let go and cross the street to the hole-in-the-wall place glowing with neon Coca-Cola signs. 

“You get in a lot of fights then?” you ask as he holds the door. 

“Not anymore.” Eddie shrugs and leads you to a little table, nodding politely to the waitress filling coffees at the counter. She says hi to him by name and you think about Eddie coming in here alone, or not, after his shifts.

The backs of your thighs catch on the red vinyl and you know you will need to peel yourself up later.

Eddie sits opposite you, looking immediately at home as he relaxes back in the booth. In the bright diner lights you can see where his lip is still swollen and sore, the lingering specs of blood in his nostril despite your careful clean-up.

The waitress, an older woman with thinly drawn brows, comes over and pinches Eddie’s cheek with motherly affection. “Hi hon, you two know what you’re havin’?”

Eddie scrunches his nose like a bunny. “Hi, Marie. Usual for me, and a big basket of fries and a Coke?” He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod. “Please and thank you.”

She eyes you up with a little smile as she writes the order. “I was wonderin’ when Eddie was going to bring a nice girl for me to meet. Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

By the time you both open your mouths to set Marie straight, she’s already gone. Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink, but he shrugs it off. “Hate to have to break her heart and tell her you’re not a nice girl.”

You gasp in mock offence and put your hand to your heart. “I am so nice.” You can’t even keep a straight face as you say it. “Slandering my good name, Munson. I thought you were all about protecting my honour.”

Your close-to-the-bone teasing keeps the rosy tint on his cheeks. 

“I never told you, your face when you fell? Fuckin’ hilarious. Should’ve taken a picture to put behind the bar.”

The jab puts you even again, not that either of you keeps score but it’s all about balance. Can’t be too nice, don’t want to be too mean. 

You rest your head against the back of the booth and close your eyes for a moment, feeling the exhaustion from a busy and unpredictable night wash over you. 

Eddie takes the opportunity to just look at you for a moment; even under the too-bright lights of the diner, he thinks you might just be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“Tell me something else,” you say before opening your eyes. When you do, you catch a fleeting dreamy look on Eddie’s face and lean forward to rest your chin on your hand as Marie drops over your drinks and food; fries for you, a burger with oozing American cheese and crisp bacon for Eddie. 

“So nosy,” he teases, shoving a straw into his fizzing Coca-Cola. 

You shrug, feeling a burn in your stomach; maybe you were overstepping. “You don’t have to. You can sit and stare at me if you prefer,” You take a long sip through your own gently placed straw and raise your brows at him. 

He can’t and won’t argue with that one and stirs the ice as he thinks, takes a sip. 

“One of the first gigs I played out of our hometown, we had like thirty people instead of the usual five drunks in the Hideout. I tried to crowd surf, thinkin’ I was hot shit. Broke my wrist.” 

Your eyes blow wide as you eat the best fry of your life - it’s perfectly crisp and fluffy, salted just right - but the punchline of Eddie’s latest confession had you wanting to know more.

“You want half?” Eddie asks, nodding to his burger. 

“No, I'm good, thanks. Hold on, reverse to the breaking your wrist after thinking you were Iggy fucking Pop.” 

He’s already a bite in but holds his wrist up before he flips you off. “See? Good as new,” he says, pausing his chew. 

The fries are too good to waste so you push down the urge to throw one at him. 

“I was eighteen. Stupid kid. S’the reason I didn’t graduate that year.” He sips his Coke again and watches your reaction from beneath his lashes. 

“That’s shitty.” You feel the frown deepen between your brows, angry on his behalf about something he was long over. “No wonder you flipped the principal off.” 

You share your fries with Eddie and eat until your stomach feels warm and full. You share another secret too, tell him about the time you got so scared in a haunted house that you punched some guy dressed as a zombie and got kicked out. He almost choked on a fry at that and laughed so loud that Marie looked over and shook her head fondly at her favourite customer. 

It’s easy to drop the charade that you and Eddie don’t get along. A diner at fuck o’clock in the morning exists a world away from the little bar that pays your rent and bills. When you see him get excited telling you a story, letting you see Eddie beyond the bar, you know you got him wrong - he’s funny as fuck, sweet too. 

Midway through a story about how his friend Robin had dragged him to do (very) drunk karaoke last week, Eddie catches you staring and scrunches his face a little. “Am I rambling? Fuck, sorry.”

“No. Well, a little, but I like it.” You sip the dregs of your refilled Coke and smile a little. 

He smiles back, ducking his head just a little and he catches the time on his watch. His Bambi brown eyes blow wide when he realises. “Jesus, I oughta get you home. The sun will be up soon.” 

You didn’t realise either, but you also don’t care. You’re still tired, still aching, but you feel lighter than you have in months, like a long-dead spark might just be coming back. The warm glow is dampened just a bit when Eddie gulps down the last of his drink. 

He pulls his jacket back on and insists that he helps you put yours on when you wince. He settles the bill, kisses the back of Marie’s hand and promises to come see her soon. Neither of you let her down when she says she hopes to see you again sometime. 

It’s cooler outside now, but the warmth in Eddie’s car and his gentle singing along to the radio rocks you into a light doze as he drives the few blocks to the address you gave him. It kills him to wake you once he’s parked outside. 

The small frown lines on your forehead tell him you’re still in some pain after the tumble you took. The ache in his knuckles felt like nothing in comparison to the twisting anger in his gut when he saw that prick’s foot shove out into your path and you watched as you fell in slow motion.

He gives it a minute, tries not to stare like a creep, before reaching over to shake your knee gently. 

“Hey.” He says your name so softly, so gently, and taps his fingers against your knee. 

You startle slightly and realise where you are. “Sorry, Thanks for the ride, Eddie,” you say quietly. “And the fries. And everything.” 

He smiles again, a gentle curve upward of his lips as his fingers rest on your knee. “Any time. We’re like two or three blocks from each other.” 

Neither of you wants to burst the already waning bubble you have been in since you left the bar. For a moment, you just look at each other until the air becomes too thick, too heady to breathe easy. You’re not entirely convinced that you didn’t hit your head, that this whole night hasn’t been just some dream of yours. The heat of his hand on your leg tells you it’s real. This is something real. 

And still, you make the first move. Pop the bubble. Too much. Too scary. 

Your seatbelt clicks open and you grab your bag as Eddie does the same, coming to open your door and offering you a hand to get out. 

Neither of you let go of the other’s hand, eking out the last of whatever this was before you have to go your separate ways and think about what it could turn into if you only had the bravery. You’re both standing so close and you watch the shadow of his stupid-long lashes under the street light. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Today. Whatever. At work.” You want to slap yourself for stuttering. 

“Only if you feel up to it. Don’t be a hero, princess.”

“That’s your job, Ed. I’ll see you at work. Thank you, again..”

You squeeze his hand, he squeezes back.

You walk to your door and Eddie rounds the car again to the driver's side. He raises a hand to salute you as you turn to give him one little wave before closing the door. 

“Fuck,” you sigh with your back pressed to the wood of the door.  “Fuck.” Eddie growls as his head drops against the roof of the car. 

You both take a minute. Need a minute before you can move on. 

You drag yourself up the stairs and let yourself in, quiet enough to not wake your flatmate. Eddie waits to see your light come on before starting the car and driving the two blocks to his place. 

After popping some painkillers you crawl into bed. Even your racing mind and pounding heart can’t keep you from falling into the deepest sleep you have had in months. Your dreams echo with Eddie’s happy throaty laugh, the gasp from the bar when he threw the first punch, the sound you made when you saw a fist crash into his pretty face.

You sleep late through the Saturday morning city sounds as they turn to afternoon and float through your cracked open window. You sleep until your flatmate knocks to check you made it home and are still breathing, then doze off again while she makes brunch for you both. 

Over eggs and bacon, toast and fresh fruit, coffee and Advil, you tell her everything from last night and show her your bruises. She runs to CVS to get arnica cream and more painkillers while you strip your bed, shower and do laundry, keep busy to keep the recurring thoughts of Eddie from your head. 

While you are folding clean clothes from earlier in the week back into your drawers, you come across a guitar pick Eddie had left on the bar one time before your shift started; once lost from his pocket, found again amongst the collection of shirts and shorts and jeans you wore to work. You had meant to give it back, then he had called you a brat for something stupid. Maybe he had burped too loud in your direction, and so you didn’t bother. As you run your thumb over the smooth curve of it, you think maybe he’s been at the back of your mind for a longer time than you even realised.

You’re sore all over but you call Michelle and let her know you will be in for your shift. You don’t tell her that you stayed out extra late with Eddie talking about stupid shit and laughing until your face hurt - you're not sure you could handle her sweet smugness over the phone. 

After a long bath to soak your muscles and a huge plate of pasta for dinner, you get ready for work. Denim shorts, a tight black t-shirt tucked in, and your trusty Dr Martens (despite the heat). You add some jewellery, spritz your perfume, and fix your hair up off the back of your neck to keep cool. You swipe some Raisin Rage on your lips before wiping it off in favour of a slick of cherry flavour Chapstick. At the last minute, the lipstick makes its way into your bag - just in case. 

It’s just after six when you step back into Jackie’s to help cut wedges of lime and lemon for drinks, make sure the barrels and kegs are hooked up properly, the mixers ready to go. It’s almost time to open up and you haven’t seen (or heard) Eddie yet. You chase your disappointment with a quick smoke break with one of the summer hires before Frank pulls you aside, making sure you’re okay after last night (and that you’re not thinking of suing the bar or anything).

“My wages wouldn’t cover a lawyer, Frank. Even with the tips,” you smirk before stepping from his office out into the hall, running straight into black denim and spicy cologne. 

“Woah, easy there.” Eddie’s hands steady you, two wide palms on your arms that squeeze gently when you look up into his smiling face. “You’re a fuckin’ liability, honey.”

Your cheeks feel hot but you shove his chest gently. “I was wondering when you’d arrive. It was so peaceful and quiet, what a shame.” 

Back to normal. Except Eddie’s hands are still on your arms, his thumb circling on the round of your shoulder. “Feelin’ okay?” he checks, speaking quietly just for you. 

You nod and lift your hand, taking his chin between your finger and thumb, feeling brave alongside the little intake of breath Eddie just about hides. “No bruises. Good.” 

There’s a beat where you and Eddie aren’t quite sure what you mean, what to say next. You’re glad that Frank calls for Eddie from his office, wanting to have the same chat with him as he had with you. It gives you both a good excuse to let go of each other, figure out what the fuck that was before your shift starts.

He squeezes your shoulders and gives you a little smile before letting you go. “Be good. Don’t get in trouble.” 

“I’ll try, hot shot,” you say quietly, giving him a wink before going to join Michelle and the other bartenders for a quick pre-open meeting - but not before you dip into your locker to pat a layer of lipstick on. 

The crowd begins to trickle in, slow and steady until it’s packed full and the music blares just loud enough. They’re a fun crowd tonight, and everyone is in good spirits now that it’s not quite so oppressively hot outside. You don’t have time to think about much else in between chatting to customers and mixing drinks; shaking cocktails is a bit more laborious when your body aches but you don’t complain. 

It’s almost eleven before you take your break. You take another Advil before slipping past the Staff Only door. The air is tinged with smoke as Eddie leans against the brick, waiting. 

His face lights up when he sees you and the two glasses you’re carrying. “Double fisting?” he asks, taking another drag. 

“One for you, one for me. Mines the water.” You extend out the dark fizzing highball glass to him, which he eyes suspiciously. He passes you the nearly burnt-out smoke as a trade-off. 

“What’s this?” he asks, “The witch's potion? I knew you’d take me out by poisoning me.”

You prop yourself on your stool and sip your ice water, smirking into your glass. “It’s a Roman Coke.” 

Eddie’s laugh rings through the alley and he holds up the glass. “You fuckin’... Wow. What an honour.” His free hand covers his heart, silver rings glinting in the light. It would be easy to think he’s being condescending or playing around, it’s what you do. But Eddie is genuinely a little bit touched and a whole lot smitten. He can feel his heart beating faster under his palm. 

You pass him a paper-wrapped straw before watching as he takes a curious sip of your special mix. You take a drag of his cigarette and watch his eyes blow wide as he computes the flavours. 

“D’you hate it?” you ask carefully.

“What is in this? It’s insane! I really like it,” Eddie says, grinning. 

His smile makes your tummy flutter. 

“It’s rum - but like, a coffee-infused rum - and Coca-Cola, with Sambuca,” you list off the ingredients that had been turning over in your head all evening. 

Eddie nods as he takes another sip, letting the flavours wash over his tongue. “Mm, I like it. You’re a real little alchemist, huh? Get it on the menu.”

You laugh and pass him back his smoke. “Nah. That’s an Eddie special. Just to say thanks..” 

Eddie looks at you, watching your teeth sink into your stained-dark lip as you wait for him to respond. He’s a shade softer than the usual tough-but-fun guy who works the door, softer than when you’re usually tearing strips off of each other for fun on your breaks. 

“Careful,” he says, voice quiet. He looks almost bashful. 

You frown a little. Your gut twists uncomfortably. Had you read it all wrong? 

“I don’t know what to do with myself when pretty girls are sweet to me,” he says, sipping his drink pointedly. 

The knot in your stomach swoops. He thinks you’re pretty. Eddie thinks you’re pretty. Eddie who flirts with dolled-up girls all night while he’s checking IDs.

You look back at him, see how the light and shadows play on the slope of his nose and those long lashes. “You have plenty of practice, Ed,” you say, so quiet. “You always know what to say.”

He smiles just a little and shakes his head. “Not with you. S’why I say stupid shit. Anyway, no one’s as pretty or sweet as you,” he says. “Even when you’re mean. Especially when you’re mean - so fuckin’ pretty then.”

Your laugh is almost involuntary, cheeks feeling warm. “That was smooth, Eddie,” you say, teasing him again; that was comfortable, less scary. 

“It was? Oh good. I’m fighting for my life here.” He laughs and leans against the wall beside you. 

He’s taller than you as you sit on your stool, tuning your body sideways to look up at him. “Putting the moves on me, Munson?” 

“Is it working?” Eddie raises his brows, pushing them up under his choppy fringe. There’s a playful twinkle in his eyes, hopeful and yet apprehensive. 

“Yeah, I think it might be,” you whisper, biting your lip again. He wants to bite it for you, soothe the pinch of his sharp teeth with his silver tongue. 

You reach a hand out, sliding your fingertips up over the back of his hand and wrist until they slip under the cuff of his sleeve. You bring his hand down onto your thigh, warm and bare in the summer evening heat. 

You’re feeling brave. Eddie is too. 

He leaves his drink on the sill next to your water and steps closer, his hand huge on your legs as he feels the smoothness of your skin and the frayed hem of your denim shorts. Eddie crowds closer, smelling the sweetness of your perfume as his leg slots between your knees. His eyes flick from looking at your lips to searching your gaze for any hesitation or hint that you’re just fucking with him. He finds none and feels braver than ever. 

He dips down, brushing his nose against your cheek and hears your intake of breath, that little gasp he wants to swallow and consume. His lips press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, begging sweetly without a word. 

You turn your head just a fraction to close the minute gap, bringing your lips together. With your hand on his neck, you feel his pulse race in time with your own beneath the stroke of your thumb, sliding down the strong tendon to where it meets his shoulder. 

Eddie’s lips press and slot with yours, plush and gentle and tasting sweet like Coca-Cola. He kisses you slowly, savouring the feeling of your lips on his. You pull him as close as you can, your warm breaths mingling as he sneaks a look to make sure you’re real. 

He is gentle behind the bawdy jokes and leather and silver rings. He’s softer than anyone can see. But you can feel that sweet softness in the way he cups your face before kissing you again. Eddie strokes his tongue against your lower lip to ask for permission he doesn’t need. It makes you shiver as that smooth-talking tongue slides with yours, making you gasp. 

Before it can build pressure and turn any steamier, he slows it back down and kisses you in slow pecks again before leaning his forehead against yours. He can’t stop himself from smiling and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not elated when he feels your shy smile too. 

Behind that smile, you’re aching for more. You want to run your fingers up through his curls and tug, be kissed breathless by him. You want a hundred more soft kisses, feel his smile on your mouth. You want to feel him everywhere. 

“You okay?” he whispers, and can’t resist pushing another kiss against your cheek before moving back to look at you again. 

“More than okay.” You bring your thumb to swipe the lipstick transferred over from your lips to his. You want to see every shade you own smeared around his mouth. 

Eddie kisses your thumb, before pretending to nip it to make you laugh. “Are you going to be able to go back to the bar?” 

You shake your head, smiling before sighing over-dramatically and fixing a pout on your face. It drives him mad in the best way. “Mm, maybe give me one more for luck?” you whisper. 

He puts you out of your misery with one more long lingering kiss. “I’m not done kissing you. At all.” Another peck, because he cannot simply stop himself. “I’ll wait for you after work.” 

Your smile is too big to hide, rendered speechless by his confession. So you nod, giving his lower lip one last swipe to remove the evidence before patting his cheek. 

Eddie reluctantly backs off for his own good. He had thought about pressing you against the bricks and kissing you stupid too many times to be decent. He still will - it’s at the top of his bucket list - but just not now.

He grabs his drink, downs it, and gives you a wink. “Don’t go sharing that recipe, okay? That’s for me only, sugar.” 

“Cross my heart,” you tease, sitting on your hands so you don’t drag him back against you. You think he might just be okay with it if you did. 

“Later…” As if he can read your mind, he backs away with absolute mischief in his eyes. 

“Later.” You wiggle your fingers at him and laugh when he almost walks ass-first into the stacked crates of empty bottles. He swears at them and flips them off before throwing one last wink your way. 

Once you’re sure Eddie has turned the corner of the building you cover your face with your hands and smile into them, murmuring ‘What the fuck, what the fuck’ as your cheeks heat up your palms. 

When you have just about gathered yourself, you head back inside and fix your smudged lipstick. You tap Michelle’s hip when you get back, signalling for her to go take her break. 

She looks you over, suspicious of where exactly that coy little smile came from. As she throws one last look over her shoulder, she sees Eddie at the open door, looking just as dreamy and pleased with himself.  

The rest of your shift passes without incident, which is a miracle because all you have been thinking of is Eddie Eddie Eddie. Eddie’s lips, Eddie’s hands. Eddie’s strong inked arms and his sturdy thighs. His lips (again). 

You caught each other’s eye a few times during the night, and it made you feel hot all over. Especially when he was being a total gentleman to some pretty girls, telling them to get home safe. You had felt his dark–chocolate stare on you as you laughed with customers, and shook up cocktails while he watched the strength of your arms and the subtle bounce of your breasts. Knowing Eddie was watching, thinking about how he might kiss you again later, made you slick with desire and excitement. 

You ring the bell for last call at 2 a.m. as your feet burn, and arms ache. There’s a flurry of orders while Jeff and Eddie close the doors and stand inside shooting the shit together, bidding customers good night as they leave in pairs and groups. By three it’s kicking out time and the few reluctant stragglers take recommendations for pizza joints and all-night diners to soak up the alcohol. While the bouncers do one last sweep of the place, you work through your checklist with a singular motivator; kissing Eddie Munson. 

With anticipation buzzing in your chest, you wipe spills behind the bar, refrigerate the mixers and hand-wash the muddlers and stirrers from the cocktails. The younger guys fill the dishwasher with glasses and barware. You thank your stars that it’s not your night on bathroom duty, refilling the straws instead and making a note for Frank of what’s running low before he does his full inventory and stocktake. It’s a well-oiled machine and your duties are finished in record time... 

Eddie made himself useful, staying out of your way (but watching closely, in absolute awe of you) in favour of picking up a broom and keeping the music going to keep morale up. He leans on the clean bar, chin on his hand as he looks at you standing with your hands on your hips. “Wanna get out of here?” he asks, tilting his head toward the back door. 

You nod, “Gimme two.” You restrain yourself from running to your locker (a quick walk is sufficient and unsuspicious). You fix your hair, blot your shiny face and spray deodorant and perfume again before opting for cherry flavour Chapstick. Extra lipstick this late? Far too eager. 

After a quick round of goodbyes, you notice Eddie and Michelle have both already gone and you rush around to meet him by the door. One taste and you are hooked, needing another kiss like your next breath. When you can’t see him, it’s like your lungs shrink. There’s no lingering scent of his cologne or swirling smoke, no glowing cherry or loud laugh in the back alley… 

Breathe. In, out. Calm the anxious flutters. Is he already at his car? 

Just as you’re about to round the building, the back door opens and an almost frantic-eyed Eddie nearly catches you with the door... “Hi,” he breathes. Relief. A sigh you both share before the smile, the relief. 

“Shit, did I get you?” He puts his hands on your shoulders and squeezes when you shake your head. His hands skate down your arms to squeeze your hands. “Sorry, got distracted inside. Can I... Can I drive you home?” 

Your nod is far too eager and you squeeze back, your rings tapping against Eddie’s. You drop each other’s hands but stay close to each other. This is new and unnamed and you don’t want the work crowd throwing questions at you before you have even figured it out yourself. 

Your hands and arms bump as you round the building together and for once neither of you know what to say. When you look up, Eddie is already sneaking a glance at you; he smiles when you catch him and you both dissolve into laughter. 

“What the fuck, you’re literally never this quiet,” you tease, elbowing him gently. “Say something.” 

Eddie takes your hand again, swinging his arm with yours. “You looked hot tonight. Like, hotter than usual.” Eddie licks his lower lip and it makes your stomach flip. 

“You think so? It must be the drink I made you. Pretty strong…” 

“Maybe. Maybe it’s ‘cause I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you kiss.” He’s so smooth and it makes you feel warm all over. 

Close to his car now, you slow your stroll and lean against the passenger side. “Yeah? Maybe you should kiss me some more then, seeing as you can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna.” He grins and crowds you against the shiny black metal, bracing one hand on the roof as the other loops around your middle to press your body close. 

It’s like stars bursting behind your eyes when you feel Eddie’s lips on yours again. This kiss is eager and almost needy after hours of trying and failing to not eye-fuck each other. The hand lying low on your back slips lower and Eddie uses the leverage to step his thigh between yours with a delicious press of pressure. When you gasp he takes the opportunity to dominate the kiss a little more, licks his tongue against yours in a dirty slide.

You haven’t been kissed like this in a long time, all tongue and pulling soft gasps from each other. It has been even longer since you have been heckled while you’re kissing someone; Michelle breaks that streak as she wolf-whistles at you from across the street as she walks to her own car. 

“Get a room!” You don’t see her grin and salute as you laugh into Eddie’s chest, hugging your arms around him beneath his jacket. He kisses your forehead and holds you after flipping Michelle off with a rosy-cheeked smirk.

“She made me late, by the way. Gave me the talk in the office.” 

You rest your chin on his chest, pulling your eyebrows together. “The birds and the bees? Where do babies come from?” You laugh when he pokes your ribs and holds your squirming body closer still.

“Ha ha, jokes on you. That’s next week.” 

You muffle your laugh against his black t-shirt. 

“No, just that I better treat you good and not fuck around. Don’t want work to be awkward, blah blah.” Eddie squeezes your hips. “She also said ‘It’s about damn time’.”

You nod slowly, remembering her quips over the last few months about how you two should just shut up and get over yourselves, bang it out or something. It seemed like it was obvious to everyone but you and Eddie just what was going on behind your little frenemy routine. 

“Well then…” you say quietly. 

“Well then indeed…” Eddie echoes. 

There’s a lot for you to figure out. You can’t just kiss your co-worker and expect everything to stay the same, but inside you think that maybe you don’t want that and Eddie doesn’t either. That’s something you both need to figure out, but right now you just might die if you don’t kiss him again soon. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I come to your place?” you ask quietly. 

Eddie nods, eyes sparkling. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck. I’d like that a lot. Are you sure you want to? We don’t have to...”

You rock up on your toes to kiss him again. “I want to. Let’s just... See where it goes?”

A little breathless, Eddie nods and roots for his car keys to unlock the door. He pecks your lips again before you both get into the car. This time he keeps his hand on your knee while he drives through the dark streets, only moving it to change gears. You keep it there, smoothing over the rings he wears with your fingers. 

You recognise Eddie’s street - there’s the bagel place you go to, the camera store where you get film developed. You can’t believe he’s been this near all along. 

He swings the car into a little parking garage under the building and takes the spot reserved for apartment 8. You twist in your seat to face him and see he looks a little lost in thought. “I can go home if you prefer?” you say. 

“No no. Please, don’t. I’m just.. thinkin’ about how messy my room might be.” He twists one of his rings and you cover his hand again to stop the anxious little movement you recognised from your own fidgeting.

“I don’t mind. Being nocturnal can be pretty shitty for keeping your place clean,” you say. 

Eddie nods, shoulders deflating now that he’s less worried you’re going to think he’s a total animal.

You pull his hand back over to your lap, fingers intertwined. “Anyway, I’m not here to snoop at your stuff, Eddie.” You shrug a little, hiding your smile as he thumps his head against the seat. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, I know it.” 

“You should be so lucky.” 

Your lips meet again halfway across the centre console, smiling mouths and ringed fingers grasping at each other, wherever you can reach. A rogue elbow hits the horn, making both of you jump - Eddie yelps - then dissolve into a fit of giggles which Eddie gladly smothers with one more kiss. 

“Lemme get your door, princess,” he says, lips brushing your chin and cheek one more time before freeing you from his hold to hop out and round the bonnet. You could get used to this… 

There are more kisses in the small shaky elevator, crowded to the mirrored wall as Eddie’s lips get acquainted with your jaw and neck, finding that spot below your ear that makes you moan his name quietly, tug him closer by his belt loops. 

You drive him crazy in the best way, he makes you feel wanted - perhaps craved is more apt - as his hands run over the flare of your hips and dip to your behind.

The elevator stops, dings, and you drag Eddie’s mouth to your own again to taste his tongue before he takes your hand and does his best not to drag you to the door marked with a brassy 8. 

“Shit,” he mutters, fighting with his keys to find the right one as you slip a hand up the side of his t-shirt, feeling the trail of hair below his navel to scratch through. 

“You’re a demon. An actual devil woman,” he hisses, resting his forehead against the door as he lets you distract him for a second. Before you can tease him anymore, Eddie turns and takes your face gently in one hand. “You actually want to come in or am I going to need to put you over my shoulder and bring you back to the car?” 

His eyes are burning with want, lips pink and puffy from your kisses. He watches your pupils blow wide and sees the gulp in your throat. 

“You gonna behave?” 

All you can do is nod, brain static with want, accept a kiss on the pout he’s placed on your lips, and try not to swoon or combust on the spot while he wins his battle with lock and key. 

Eddie flicks the light on inside and throws his keys in a saucer sitting on a little table inside the door. There’s a short hallway with a fairly full junk closet before you step into the apartment proper. You told him you weren’t here to snoop, but the urge to look around and soak in all you can about Eddie Munson is too good to pass. 

A typical boy's apartment really - an open plan kitchen/living room with a second-hand sofa and mismatched chair, a coffee table cluttered with an empty mug and a full ashtray, a fresh pack of cigarettes and a forgotten Coke can. There are some amps stacked in a corner, framed posters yet to be hung as they prop against the wall. It’s kind of exactly what you expected. 

Eddie twists a piece of hair around his finger, watching you look around. “Can I get you a water…?” he suggests, “Hungry?” 

“Mind if I use your phone? I want to leave a message on my voicemail so my flatmate doesn’t think I died or got in another bar fight.” Sense prevails over your desire to get your fingers back under his shirt, find out what other ink he has hidden beneath. 

“Sure, good idea.” Eddie points to the phone on the wall by the little breakfast bar. You notice a Garfield mug which makes you smile a little. “Back in a sec.”

While you’re leaving a message on your answer phone, Eddie stuffs dirty and clean laundry into some approximation of where they should be. He fixes the blanket and duvet on his bed - thankfully freshly changed - and strums his Sweetheart before hearing you hang up the phone. He takes a peek in the mirror after removing his jacket, shakes out his curls and gives his arms a quick flex before telling himself he’s an idiot - being friends with Steve Harrington has definitely altered his brain chemistry in some sort of way. 

Meanwhile, you have already given your own armpit a sniff and fixed your hair in the reflection of Eddie’s microwave before you hear his boots on the wood floor again. 

“Did you get prettier while I was..?” he looks between you and his left-ajar door glowing with the bedside lamp he had left on. 

You roll your eyes at him before following him to sit on the sofa, leaving your bag and jacket on the well-worn cushion of the armchair next to it. He flicks some music on low and relaxes back into the cushions, watching you decide where to put yourself. 

“Any time you want to go, just say. I’ll drive you home,” he says quietly. You can feel the warmth of his arm where it stretches across the back of the sofa.

Scooting closer, you turn your body to face him a little more. “Thank you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, Ed. Promise.”

He nods and welcomes you back under his arm, pressing his lips to your head while one big hand squeezes the top of your arm. “You smoke?” he asks, nodding to a little box like the lockbox you have for petty cash at work. When he flicks it open, you see some pre-rolled joints, papers and a bag of green. 

“Oh shit, you’ve been holding out on me, Munson,” you tease, poking his ribs before he sits back next to you with a joint and his Bic lighter. 

Eddie flashes his brows upward as he sticks it between his lips to light up. “Something something… Not mixing business and pleasure?” he says, muffled by the joint. He takes a hit before offering it to you, fingers brushing as you raise your brows in turn. 

“Oh yeah? I think we’re doing plenty of that tonight.” You take a drag with a smiling mouth as Eddie’s eyes darken and flash mischief again. 

“Yeah, think so. Been thinking about it a lot longer than I’ll ever admit though,” he says, watching how your breath catches and you cough a little. He tuts playfully, “Am I going to need to show you how, or are you pretending so I’ll shotgun you?” 

You fan your hand in front of your face to give yourself some air before flipping him off. “Be nice, s’been a while.” You tap your fingers against his knee. “Wait, go back. How long have you been pining over me?” You’re more careful when you take your next hit, raising your brows expectantly at Eddie.

Eddie rolls his eyes as he takes the joint back; after another hit, he taps the ash off the end. “Not your business.”

“Absolutely my business. Go on. Was it when I wore that little dress to the Christmas party? Oh no, I bet it was when I spilt that pitcher of beer on my stupid white shirt… Fuck, I forgot that.” 

Eddie remembers both vividly (especially the little dress) but no, it was way before either of those incidents. “You going to keep annoying me ‘til I tell you?” 

“Yep.” You grin and watch him take a long slow hit. His lips wrap around the end and his cheeks hollow, showing off those sharp cheekbones. “Tell me,” you sing. 

He holds the smoke in before sighing it out with his head back against the sofa to look at the ceiling. His head turns to look at you instead. “Maybe like… the first shift we worked together? Maybe the second, either way, you were shaking up spicy margaritas or somethin’, had this little smirk on your face. Then later you asked me for a cigarette and the rest is history…” 

Your cheeks heat at his confession and Eddie’s do the same. He’s embarrassed and you feel like an idiot for letting your hang-ups get in the way of really seeing Eddie and giving him a chance. 

“Jesus, Ed.” You squeeze his arm, just below the flurry of bats tattooed there. 

His arm sizzles where you touch him - well, that’s how it feels to Eddie anyway. “We got a good thing going though, I mean I really do enjoy it. Making you huff at me and roll your eyes. Fuck.” His smile is cheeky, a little dirty as he licks his lower lip. 

You laugh together and let him bring the joint to your mouth. Your eyes slip closed as you inhale before opening again to see Eddie watching you. It reignites the spark low in your gut as you begin to feel nice and fuzzy around the edges. 

Eddie takes one last hit before saving the rest, stubbing the joint in the ashtray on the arm of the sofa. His eyes don’t stray from yours as you crawl into his lap. 

You twist one of his curls around your fingers; his hair is soft and the curls springy. “Guess it was like…perverse flirting or really long foreplay?”

“Mm, hot.” He squeezes your thigh. “I’m good with both of those. That is if you let me take you out. A real date.”

You pretend to consider it, though you are already in his lap, in his home, ready to give him anything he asks for. “Yeah, I’d like that. Last night was real nice, just talking with you. Just… get me some flowers instead of punching a guy next time?” 

He copies your faux-consideration and nods, “Deal.”

Said deal is sealed with a kiss; this one is sweet and warm, soft even. You both know you are skipping ahead of your date, but as you smile against each other’s mouths, Eddie thinks he might just keep you in his lap forever if you let him. 

Your lips press and slide, tongues tangle and tease as the intensity simmers to a boil again. His hands roam up your thighs and around to grasp two handfuls of you, pulling you close as you press yourself against him. You can feel the hot breaths through his nose against your cheek, and Eddie wants to groan at the feeling of your breasts pushed up against him. Your bravery builds in tandem with how much you want and need him and you start up a slow roll of your hips. 

Eddie swears against your mouth, “Shit, you feel good.” He squeezes his hands and pushes his own hips up, letting you feel how thick and hard he is for you. 

Your whimper makes him crazy-mad with lust, Eddie’s lips feeling the vibration as he kisses your throat and finds that spot on your neck again. He wants to mark it, hear what noise that would pull from your pretty, kiss-bitten mouth. From the corner of his eye, he sees the flutter of your lashes, the way your mouth drops open. He thinks you are so pretty and it makes the ache in his chest pulse like a bruise. 

You direct him back to your lips with a gentle tug, opening your eyes before you press a kiss to his lower lip before leaning back enough to untuck and pull off your t-shirt. Eddie’s jaw twitches as he feasts his eyes on the black lace cups you fill out so perfectly, the glint of your necklace beneath the hollow of your throat. 

He moves both hands back to your waist where the denim cuts in, fingertips skating the bare skin above. “Can I?” he asks, looking up to your eyes. 

Instead of answering, you cover both hands with your much smaller ones, guiding them upward until you feel the warmth of his hands cover and cup the weight. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Eddie whispers, looking at your face again as his thumbs seek and stroke the pebbled nipples beneath. 

Eddie had never been subtle when he checked you out at work; he made playful and bawdy comments his cover story to get away with letting his eyes linger a little too long on your chest. You let him away with it every time, knowing you would get him riled up another way later that shift or on the next one. 

When you look down, the sight and feel of his guitar-scarred hands on your chest make you bite your lip hard. Your palms skate over the gooseflesh of Eddie’s arms, over the bulk of his biceps and shoulders as he learns how to make you keen for him with just his hands on your breasts. You pull him in for another filthy kiss and blindly glide your fingers down his chest to the top of his trousers. You have already felt how hard he is under the roll and grind of your hips, but it’s not enough. Eddie deserves to be touched and tasted after all this time, pining over you. Not because you pity him, you want to make up for lost time. 

His hips press upward, seeking out your touch; you adjust yourself to straddle one of his thighs and flip the hem of his t-shirt up to get at the button and zip. Your eyes are fixed on the hard line of him pushing up against the fabric; your fingers brush over it before undoing the fastenings, making his breath catch in his throat. 

“I want you so bad,” he murmurs, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw again. That makes you pulse right between your legs; you relish the firmness of his thigh pressing against you there as he kisses his way back to your lips. You pull away only to push the black work pants and tartan cotton boxers down enough to get at him, to see him. 

Eddie watches your eyes flash when you see the thick length of him, brushing your fingertips up and down to watch it kick with arousal. You nuzzle against his cheek as you take him in your hand, telling him how big and pretty his dick is before beginning to stroke him. In your mind, you’re thinking about how he will feel inside you and in your mouth, but you try to focus on kissing his neck and learning how he likes to be touched. He’s rock hard and weeping at the tip, it makes your mouth water.

“You think about me when you do this for yourself?” you ask, pausing to lick your hand before grasping him again. The tinge of salt on your tongue makes you want more. 

Eddie nods, eyebrows pinching together. “Fuck, I do. Tried not to, but I can’t help it.” 

That makes you feel hot all over and you rock yourself against his thigh to relieve the pulsing between your legs. “M’here now, don’t need to pretend anymore, Eddie.” Your lips brush his jaw and the way he moans, the way he pulses with arousal in your hand, it makes you giggle. 

“You’re literally gonna kill me,” he groans and rests his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut. 

“I’m not. Promise. Just want you to feel good,” you say, and kiss him again when your hand picks up the pace. 

Eddie’s hips rock upward into your fist. His hand stills your arm and he has to take a few breaths before looking at you - his chocolate-button eyes are consumed by dilated pupils. “This’ll be over real fast if you keep that up, baby. You’ll never let me live that down.”

His head dips to kiss across the tops of your breasts before running his nose up along your throat. His head tilts toward his room. “Can we? Been thinking about you in my bed.” 

You nod, keep cool even though the butterflies in your stomach are back with a flurry of vengeance. Eddie grins, which sets you off too, and you tuck him back into his boxers before moving to let him stand. 

He offers you a hand and twirls you once. “Hold on. Let me just..” 

Eddie pauses, looks you up and down and you know he’s up to no good. Before you can figure him out he has you over his shoulder with a surprising show of strength. You squeal-laugh, slapping your hand on the back of his thigh. “EDDIE!” 

His laugh is throaty and rough - like an honest-to-god gremlin - and he just about manages to keep his pants up as he carries you to his room. “You seemed to like the idea of that earlier, what you complainin’ about, baby?” 

You can only laugh in response until you’re deposited onto his bed with more care and gentleness than anticipated. You lay back to catch your breath, cheeks warm and aching as you grin up at Eddie. You’re certainly not unimpressed by his ability to fireman-lift and carry you. He kneels to untie your boot-laces, then his own. You sit up and pop the button on your shorts before Eddie takes over, removing them along with your shoes to leave you in your only slightly mismatched underwear and bra - they’re both black, and Eddie doesn’t notice or care. All he sees is you, in his bed.

His t-shirt and pants are left in a heap with your clothes and in a moment he is with you, laying you back to kiss you everywhere. His hands and lips map your body, kissing freckles and stretchmarks, nuzzling the red mark your bra left around your middle when it’s removed and lost to the floor. He notes the ticklish spots on your ribs, saves them for later, and lavishes kisses on your bare breasts. 

As Eddie lays his body between your spread legs, you wish you had longer to see the new ink revealed to you but take the chance to stroke his hair like you have been wanting to. He practically purrs and chases the relaxing motion, leaning against your hand when he breaks his trail of kisses to the band of your underwear. The light is too dim to see how soaked they are, a darker shade of black between your legs caused by him, but Eddie knows it’s there and teases his fingers over the damp heat. He smiles when your hips jump up at the friction. 

His chin rests on your hip bone while he looks up. “This okay?” he checks, dipping his fingertips up past the elastic around the top of your thigh. He goes no further until you nod, breathe out ‘yes, please’.

You get the feeling that if Eddie was still wearing pants, your undies would go right in his back pocket. The thought of that alone makes you throb as Eddie looks at the feast in front of his eyes. 

“Oh she’s pretty,” he murmurs, biting his lip. “And so wet f’me…” 

You gasp when he finally touches you, stroking his finger down the seam of you. He swears and shifts his hips against the bed when he feels your wetness and watches his finger come away shiny. 

He pushes one kiss below your belly button before getting comfy, manoeuvring one leg over his shoulder with his arm around for good measure. His curls tickle against your leg but all you can focus on is how his tongue strokes and licks, how his lips suck and press. 

His name bounces off the poster-clad walls, your voice gaspy and ragged when his tongue circles your clit before pushing its way inside you to seek out your soak. 

“So sweet, I knew you would be.” His voice is a murmur against your cunt, there and gone again as he seals his lips around your clit. 

“Fuhhh- Eddie.” 

One hand balled in the duvet, the other a crown atop his dark curls as you shift your hips and help him find the angle that is just right. He is rewarded with a scalp-burning tug and a guttural moan you can’t even begin to be embarrassed by as he feasts on you like a starved man. 

His fingers squish your doughy thigh before he slows to a pause - it’s brief and yet you whine in complaint. You feel his breathy laugh against your folds, his murmured ‘easy, baby’. Eddie stopped only to remove the rings on his right hand so that he could push one, then two, deep inside seeking out your g-spot before you can comprehend that his rings are on your fingers for safekeeping. 

His eyes are fixed on you; your heaving chest and breasts, the blissed-out expression on your face. He knows when he has found it, feeling you gush in time with a wet, wobbly moan of his name and the pained-by-pleasure look that graces your pretty face. 

“That’s it, huh? Good girl,” he murmurs. He earns another loud moan as you arch your back to chase absolute bliss. 

Eddie’s hips roll against the mattress - if you had the brain capacity to notice you would surely die on the spot. Your heart already feels like it is about to leap from your chest, blood pounding in your ears as he keeps up the pace and pressure. He can hear and feel how close you are as your voice gets higher, begging brokenly ‘yes, yes! Eddieeee!’ when you free fall over the edge. 

Your body goes tense and then boneless as he works you through it, not letting up until you nudge his head with your thigh. “Too mm-much,” you slur, hips twitching. Eddie presses gentle kisses and murmurs words of praise against your sensitive sex; he leans into how you stroke his head while you come back to the land of the living. 

“Y’okay?” he asks, smiling up at you with shiny lips. He eases his fingers out, marvels at just how soaked they are in the golden glow of the bedside light before kneeling up and licking them clean. “Knew you’d be sweet, sugar.” He winks and you curl in on yourself as you shake with laughter. 

“You’re a menace, Munson. Remind me how you've been single all this time when you can do that?”

You take his hand, pulling him down so he is lying on top of you. He’s hard against your hip, but isn’t pushy with getting you to do something about it as he lies with you, holding you as you bask in the afterglow. 

“Guess I had this really big weird crush on a pretty girl, got me in a dry spell,” he teased. He smacks a smooch to your cheek and makes a pleased little noise when you pull him in for a proper kiss, taking your cheek in his ring-less hand. 

You let yourself feel a little smug as you drag your fingertips up his back, swirling and stroking until they brush the band of his boxers. “Do you have condoms?” you whisper against his lips, hoping that the dry spell won't ruin your plans.

Eddie nods and peels himself away to kneel up and reach over to his messy bedside table, digging an almost full box from the top drawer. He squints at the date and takes one from the packet with a pleased grin, “We’re in luck.”

You reach out to palm him through the straining cotton, feeling the growing damp spot and smiling up at him as his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. You sit up, pushing his boxers down with both hands. They join the rest of the forgotten clothes on the floor while you get your hands back on Eddie’s body. You see more ink usually hidden beneath his clothes; you want to look at each tattoo, study it and ask him what it means, listen to him tell you more stories and secrets. But there’s plenty of time for that. 

Eddie smiles against your mouth when you wrap your fingers around him again, chancing a glance to watch your hand - your hand heavy with his rings - stroking him. His hips jerk almost of their own volition; his brain has most certainly gone static. “Jesus, fuck,” he murmurs. 

You catch on a moment later and giggle against his shoulder. “That got you going, huh? Me wearing your rings…”

“You get me going. That’s just extra hot.” His voice catches when you squeeze him again, and he calls you a devil woman one more time. You’re getting used to it, kinda like it. 

The foil packet crinkles under Eddie’s knee. You push his chest gently, sending him to sit up against the headboard so you can make his lap your throne again. Without hesitation, you tear the foil and roll the latex down over the diamond-hard length that’s weeping for you to sit on it. He steadies your hips as you hold the base of him, sinking down through the stretch and pinch eased only by how soaked you still are. 

It’s intense, the burn and the closeness. Eddie’s forehead against yours as you watch him watching you take him inside. The lingering tendrils of the weed you smoked together make it all so deliciously fuzzy and warm. Neither of you makes a move, settling into the tight heat and fullness of Eddie inside you. 

His fingers stroke your hips while yours twirl the ends of his hair, touch his silver chain and brush up his neck so that you can cup his jaw and kiss him again. You hold on to each other tighter as you begin to raise and roll your hips, savouring the stretch until your body tells you to move faster, harder. 

“Look how pretty you are,” Eddie murmurs, taking in the bounce of your breasts and the way your jaw hangs open as you move in his lap. “Yeah, that’s my girl. Are you my girl, baby?” 

You whimper, holding him tighter and closer as you nod. “I’m yours, Eddie. All yours.” Your voice wobbles but not because you’re unsure, you’re just feeling so good, so full. 

Eddie groans deep in his throat, squeezing your hips and ass tighter as he helps you to bounce. You pause, focusing on rolling rather than rising to ease the burn in your wobbly thighs; it makes you whimper against his neck. It’s so much but not enough; so good, it’s frustrating.

“Shhh, I got you. You’re just feelin’ too good, huh?” he murmurs, nodding with you when you give a small ‘uh huh’. “Yeah, good girl.”

Your brows crease as you keep rutting your hips. “You feel so big. Fuck, Ed…” 

“You gonna let me do the hard work, hmm? You just lay back and look pretty for me, princess.” His voice is like hot honey, making you drip in his lap. He feels you pulsing, making his hold on your hip tight enough to leave a bruise as he gathers his composure. He’s wanted this so bad for so long, refuses to let himself (and you) down by busting early like a teenager. 

You nod, blissed out as he runs his hands over your warm body. Eddie is careful, so gentle, as he helps you to move up and off of him. He guides you to lay back, comfy on the pillows that smell just like him. You can’t resist nuzzling into them as he makes his way back between your legs. 

“Comfy?” he asks, palming your thigh as you hook your legs over his hips. He watches your eyes, sees that you are a little more with it now, with him. He can’t wait to see you dreamy-eyed and blissed out beneath him. 

You nod and squeeze his hips. “Very comfy.” He sees how your lips pout, asking for a kiss without words.

As if he could say no, refuse you the very thing he himself is craving. 

Eddie leans forward, arms braced on either side of your head and presses his lips to your cheeks, nose and forehead. He laughs quietly when you scowl all mean before you soften at the brushed blessing of his lips against yours.

He reaches down and takes himself in hand, stroking a few times before rubbing the tip against your cunt. He imagines how this would feel without the condom, feels the hot winding pull in his abdomen at the thought before your voice brings him back. He smiles and nudges his nose against yours, mirroring the rub down below.

“Please,” you whisper, lips catching Eddie’s. “Fuck me.”

The eye contact is almost too much, a burning intensity, but you feel hypnotised to keep your eyes on him as he pushes inside. 

You squeeze your lips together, feeling that stretch again, and watch how Eddie’s brows pinch. 

“You feel unreal, baby.”

He rolls his hips and pushes the rest of the way in. Lashes flutter and your jaw drops open. He feels so deep, it’s like he’s all the way in your chest. 

After a moment he begins to thrust slowly, dragging himself halfway out before pushing all the way in again and again and again. Eddie drinks in the little whines and moans that spill from your lips. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he whispers, brushing your hair back. When his hips rock again you feel him press against that spot that makes you see stars and there is no way you can keep quiet. 

“There we go, is that it?” Eddie asks, repeating the motion. Your back arches and he hikes your leg higher, almost folding you in half as his thrusts get harder, faster.

You can feel tears pricking your eyes, feeling almost overwhelmed with pleasure. Through the sting, you see Eddie’s clenched jaw, the meaty cord in his neck straining and the rosy glow on his cheeks. 

“Eddie, m’so close,” you whimper, almost tearful as you squeeze his forearm.  

“I know, sweetheart. I can feel it. Fuck.” He huffs through his nose when you flutter around him and he leans over you more, spreading you wider still as he begins to pound his hips into you. He is barely holding on, feeling hot all over as he fucks you, wishes it could last longer but you’re both so tightly wound.

There’s a perfect press and drag against your clit that winds that cord of pleasure inside you tighter and tighter. Your mouths press together; barely a kiss, more a shared moan. One particularly hard thrust brings you to your climax with a broken moan against Eddie’s chin. Your nails press into his rear and pull him in to rut against that spot, fucking you through the most intense orgasm of your life as he meets his own peak with a husky throaty groan.

You feel like you're floating, fallen over the edge in each other's arms.

The weight of Eddie on you brings you slowly back to earth, breath huffing against your neck as you stroke up his back and up into his curls. You take a deep breath in; when you exhale it's shaky and wobbly almost like a quiet sob. 

Eddie summons the strength to press up and look at you, seeing your dazed smile and warm wet cheeks. “Hey,” he wipes the tears gently, “Oh shit. Did I hurt you?” he asks, panic spiking the glowy daze. 

You shake your head, almost giggling when you speak. “No, no. Fuckin’... amazing.” You pull Eddie back down and wrap yourself around him, holding each other as you come back to earth. A few more tears escape and Eddie wipes them away with such reverence. You stay quiet until you can string a sentence together. “That was incredible.” 

He smiles, cupping your face, and kisses you before carefully rolling you onto your sides to face each other to run your fingers over each other's warm bodies and share more kisses. Once he is sure you’re actually okay, he excuses himself to throw the condom away and returns with water and a damp flannel. He spends a moment cleaning you up as you gulp the water down, then finishes the rest and fills it again before closing his bedroom door. 

“You want a t-shirt?” he asks, pulling on a pair of clean boxers before throwing his hair into a low bun.

Despite the blanket, you feel a little shivery and accept the offer. 

He helps you into a well-loved Dio t-shirt before pulling the duvet over you both. Your legs are tangled together as you lie together, as close as you can. Outside, past the closed curtains, the sun is already starting to peek on the horizon.

You hum tiredly against Eddie’s shoulder when you remember the weighty silver on your hand and tap his hip gently. “Hey, Romeo. Your rings.” Your hand comes up in front of his face, wiggling your fingers. 

Eddie smiles, a lazy curl of his lips, and kisses the tips of your fingers before taking them off for you. He reaches back to drop them on his bedside table.

You want to stay awake, stay in the bubble of bliss, but the pull of exhaustion is too strong. 

“Sleepy?” Eddie brushes a kiss on your forehead and flicks the lamp off when you nod. 

“Eddie? Tonight was amazing,” you whisper against his chest.

He smiles in the dark, squeezes your hip. “Yeah, it was. I’ll make tomorrow amazing too if you’ll let me, but you gotta sleep first. Bet you’re really grumpy when you’re tired.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, hiding your face in the pillow. In the dark, you can just see the outlines of each other, shapes and shadows. “Lemme sleep and you can take me for breakfast. Like a date or somethin’.” 

He hides his grin poorly, you can see his teeth flash even with your eyes almost closed. “Nah, breakfast is part of the package. Lemme plan something for our date.” He gives you one last kiss, “Sleep now, sugar.” 

You feel warm, so happy and safe in his arms as you fall asleep. If Eddie asked, you would never leave his arms, leave his bed. And Eddie? Eddie lingers on the precipice of sleep, ready to drift once he knows you’re sleeping soundly. He kisses your forehead one last time before closing his eyes, both holding each other in an utterly blissful sleep. 

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take as needed |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: a hectic week at the hideout has you burnt out, fed up, and on the path of destruction. eddie is in your path, and tries to course correct.

contains: minors dni. smut. dom!eddie x sub!reader tones this time. soft!dom!eddie. emotional release spanking. masturbation male. angst, fighting, they're kinda mean to each other but ends in fluff. based off this blurb from a while ago.

"Behind you." Veronica held the beers over you, shimmying through the crowded back area towards her customers at the end of the bar.

It was way too busy for The Hideout- for Hawkins. College was out for the summertime, all the college kids that fled as fast as they could after graduation were dragged back for the summer. Most of them would rather be at some stuffy bar that with their families, and you couldn't blame them, so they found there way here. On a Friday night, slammed and the karaoke machine in full effect from nine til midnight. Thankfully, you got off at ten, only an hour of enduring the screeching off note wails of the drunken patrons.

"Great song choice, man. Super metal." You looked up to see Eddie, all black even in the summer heat, sliding behind the bar, fist bumping the drunk kid who'd belted Welcome to the Jungle complete with the filthy moans into the mic. It had made everyone laugh, hoot and yell out encouragements at him. Everyone but you, it just irritated you.

"Hey there, pretty girl." Eddie muttered, grabbing your waist while he slid past you. "When you get a chance, can you make me a drink, please?"

"I'm super busy right now, Ed." You huffed, fishing a pen out of your back pocket, setting it on the bar for the drunk sorority girl to sign.

"I know, baby," Eddie cooed, ringed hands rubbing down you arms gently. You knew the act was to soothe you, calm you down, but it did nothing to relax you, only pissing you off further. "Whenever you get a chance. 'm on my break. You need any help? Wha'dya need me to do? How can I help?"

"No." You grit, shoving the ice scoop into the clumped, melting ice with a rather hard shove. "Can you just get out from behind here? It's crowded enough, Ed. 'M boiling and you're in my way."

"Easy, ease up." Eddie frowned at you. "Just trying to see if you need any help."

"I'm fine." You slammed the glass down on the counter, Veronica's eyes cutting over towards you carefully. You'd been on edge all night, frustrated and annoyed from the moment you walked in, such a contrast to your usual very sweet and bubbly demeanor. The customers seemed to notice too, seeing as your tips were practically cut in half, even on a busy night.

You tilted the bottle up, not even bother to properly measure the amount of vodka you were dousing into the drink. Veronica raised her brows at Eddie, shaking her head gently. You pressed the lemonade tap before turning to him. "I'll make your drink if I have time."

"I got it." Veronica offered, pulling two glasses out. "What do you want, Ed-"

"-I can make it, Veronica." You sneered, jamming a straw in the drink and adding it to the tab. "Just gimme a goddam second."

"Hey," Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. "What's gotten into you? Take a fucking chill pill and relax."

"I am relaxed." You sneered, slamming the drink on the counter in front of the wide eyed girl. "You are pissing me off."

"Hey, the both of you," Ellen huffed from her place behind you. "Why don't you both go on your fifteen." She suggested. "Cool off, alright?"

Eddie didn't give you a chance to protest, wrapping his arm around your bicep lightly, dragging you back towards the kitchen. You grumbled the whole way, whining about your tips, scuffing your feet along the sticky tile, until Eddie pushed the back door open.

"...and fucking Veronica has been taking all the regulars tonight, and I get all these young fucks who don't tip. Fucking bitch, like, she knows that's not fair-"

"-What is your problem tonight?" Eddie frowned.

You blinked, a scoff leaving your lips. "Me? What's my problem? Are you- are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah. You're being mean tonight. What's going on?" Eddie's jaw clenched, teeth grinding together.

"Oh, fuck you, Eddie. I am not being fucking mean, you're such a-"

"Hey," His ringed hand caught your jaw easily, light but firm. "Enough of whatever you're pissed about, alright? You gotta get yourself together. You're being mean to everyone. Not a good look. Killing the vibe, babe."

Your lips pursed, shoving him off of you. "You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?" You sneered, reaching for the handle of the door. "I'm killing the vibe- fuck you! I'll kill the vibe if I want to."

Eddie's hand smacked onto the door, shutting it before you opened it completely. "What has got you acting like this?" Eddie demanded. You shoved him again, reaching for the handle. "Hey, stop it. I'm being serious, alright? Did someone mess with you? You're supposed to tell me or Ellen. I'll take care of them you know I will. Won't let them mess with you. Just- Can you tell me what's going on with you. Why are you being so mean tonight?"

"You're so fucking annoying." You huffed. "Nothing it wrong with me. You're just pissing me off."

"Yeah? Well, you're pissin' me off, too." Eddie snapped. You faltered at his biting tone. "Pissing me off, and everybody else off with your horrible little attitude."

"I don't have an attitude." You mumbled.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah fucking right. You've been awful all night, and honestly, I'm sick of it. So is everyone else, so you better stop it now. Alright?"

It was your turn to scoff, a heavy eye roll accompanied. "Yeah? Or what? Huh? What the fuck are you or anyone else gonna do huh? Send me home? Cut me? Please, be my fucking guest."

Eddie moved, pinning you to the door, hands on yours, closing around them firmly. "If you don't quit acting so bitchy and mean, then I'm gonna treat you mean. Give you a taste of your own medicine." Eddie growled, eyes pointed in a fiery glare that had your knees buckling.

"You got me? Keep this shitty little attitude up, and I'm gonna drag you to the back and give you an attitude adjustment. That what you want?"

Your heart jumped at the threat, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. "Y-You're not going to-" Your voice shook, Eddie's challenging look cutting you off further.

"No? You sure? You really think I won't? Keep it up." Eddie snarled, letting your hands go. "I'm sure everyone would love to see you get put in your place after how awful you've been tonight."

You let out a shuddering breath, watching him reach for his reds, sifting through the pack, curls falling in front of his face. Eddie turned to you, cigarette around his lips. "What?" He asked, flicking the lighter. "You want one?"

Your nose scrunched, grabbing the door handle and yanking it open furiously. Eddie rolled his neck, inhaling deeply. It was going to be a long night.

Though your attitude subdued through most of the night, enough that at least you weren't so hateful outwardly, not slinging mean comments. Instead, you took to glaring, shooting daggers at Eddie. Thankfully, the bar died down enough for the two of you to go home in time, Ellen giving Eddie a wary look over your head while you wrote your time.

"Fuckin' asshole." You sneered, sifting through the wadded bills, flicking the cash into the drawer.

"What's wrong?" Ellen asked, passing the check to the group of girls across the bar.

"That jackass only tipped a dollar." You grit, tucking the singular bill into your bra. "Six beers and four shots, and he tips a dollar? What a piece of shit."

Ellen's lips pursed. "Well, maybe if you were nicer-"

"-I was nice." You snapped defensively.

Eddie's shoulders tensed at your tone, even from his place by the door he could hear it, much clearer now that the place had started to clear out.

Ellen's brow raised, looking at you then to Eddie. He could feel his face flush, mortified at your attitude. "You know what? It's died down, and you..." Ellen shook her head. "Veronica and I can close up tonight. You can go home early."

You scoffed, dumping the glasses into the tray. "I don't have a ride. I came with Eddie. It's fine, I'll start the-"

"-No, Ed!" Ellen waved him over. "You two go home early, alright? Last calls in an hour, it's dying down. We got it."

Eddie wanted to die, melt into the floor. He felt like he was in grade school again, getting in trouble because someone was talking to him, grouped in with the trouble when he was innocent.

You didn't argue, huffing when you split the tips in the jar, stomping away towards the back. "Ellen, hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with her tonight. I think she's just in a bad mood-"

"-That's an understatement, Munson." Ellen grumbled, eyes rolling. "Did you two fight or something on the way here?"

"No, we didn't-"

"-Because I'm glad you two are together. I think you're real cute, but if it's going to effect your work like this. I'll have to stop scheduling you two together." Ellen gave him a pointed look. "And that's really gonna be a pain in my ass."

Eddie swallowed, hands buzzing, twisting his rings nervously. "No, I get that. It won't- You don't need to do that. I'll get it under control. This was just a one time thing. She's just having a bad day."

Ellen held his gaze, a stern glare that had Eddie's heart picking up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I hope so. I'm choosing to believe you because I agree, that," Ellen waved towards the back where you were no doubt sulking. "Is out of character."

Eddie nodded, muttering a sigh filled apology. Ellen waved him off. "Hey just make sure you two are good on Tuesday, alright? We'll start fresh. Have a good weekend."

"You too. And you, Veronica, thank you." Eddie waved, pushing the swinging doors towards the back.

He found you next to the lockers, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, foot tapping in annoyance. "What took you so long?" You snapped.

Eddie flinched, blinking back at you in disbelief. "What?"

"I've been waiting. It took you forever." You huffed. "You usually run out of here and tonight, when I'm already in a bad mood, you take forever? Are you just trying to piss me off?"

"Are you?" Eddie snapped. Your eyes widened, face falling at his tone, furious, annoyed.

"What?" You swallowed.

Eddie shook his head at you, grabbing the lock on his locker, spinning the combination. "You're..." Eddie scoffed lightly.

"What? I'm what?" You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"You're being a real asshole tonight." Eddie looked over his shoulder at you. "Embarrassing, acting like this. Getting sent home early? How are you not embarrassed?"

Heat filled your chest, heavy and suffocating, different that the bubbling rage from before. "I thought you'd be ready to crawl in a hole after Ellen sent you home." Eddie flung the metal door open, letting it hit the others with a loud clank! that had you flinching.

"Then you get me sent home too, and you've got the fucking audacity to be mean? To talk to me like that?" Eddie glared at you over his shoulder. Your frame shrunk, heart pounding in your ears. It was the most subdued you'd been all night.

"I-I didn't get you sent home-"

"-The fuck you didn't." Eddie scoffed, grabbing his keys, his wallet out of the locker, smacking it shut. "You wanna know what was taking to long? I was talking to Ellen. She was telling me if we can't keep our personal life out of work, we can't work together. I was trying to tell her that we didn't get into a fight, and she didn't believe me."

Eddie took a step towards you, time card in hand. "She couldn't believe you were just mean like that unprovoked." Eddie shoved the card in the clock. "So what? You mad at me? Is that what's going on?"

"No." You muttered, looking down at your beat up sneakers, covered with sticky stains from the night.

"So what then? Care to tell me what's wrong? I mean, shit, we're getting sent home now. Feel like you should let me in on what's goin' on." Eddie threw his hands up, keys rattling between his fingers.

"Nothing's wrong-" You sneered, barely registering the ringed hand that caught your chin. Fingers squeezing your cheek in a firm grasp, pulling your gaze to Eddie's.

His eyes lidded, nostrils flaring down at you. "You better watch it." Eddie gritted. "Keep this shit up, and I'll lock that door and fix that attitude in here."

Your tummy flipped, swallowing thickly around the lump in your throat. Agitation fizzled into arousal at the threat. You cursed yourself for feeling that way.

Eddie's eyes squinted, head tipping towards yours slightly. "That what you want?" He huffed, hand still firm on your cheeks. "You acted like this because you wanted me to be mean to you-"

"-No." You sneered, wiggling in his grasp, scared he could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's not why."

"So tell me why." Eddie's hand loosened, eyes still pinning you with his gaze. "Tell me what's goin' on."

Your chest sunk with a heavy guilt. Burnt out from tireless hours of work, cranky from lack of sleep, annoyed that Ellen let Pat off for the week when the place had never been busier. All of it eating away at you throughout the week until you finally snapped.

"I just wanna go home." Your tone was softer than before, still teetering on huffy. "I don't want to be in this place for another second. I'm so sick of being here."

Eddie nodded, tongue sliding over his teeth. Keys clenched in his hand, he stayed silent. The car ride uncomfortable silent, neither of you speaking first, the hum of the radio the only refuge.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?" Eddie broke the silence after nearly an hour. The two of you had gotten back to his trailer, going your separate ways to cool down. He finished a cigarette on the steps, let you do whatever you needed to inside.

He found you by the sink, scrubbing your makeup off. Mascara and eyeliner smeared down your lids, normally, he'd laugh. Squeeze your sides and tell you how metal you looked, silly and playful until you were giggling with him.

Not tonight.

A part of you wished he would have. It would have made you feel better.

That gnawing feeling of uncomfortableness was eating you alive from the inside out. Had your chest feeling tight, skin crawling with irritation. It had only grown worse, now that you were left to reflect on the night- on how you acted.

Eddie moved into the mirror behind you, pulling his shirt off, tossing it in the hamper. You brought the wash cloth back to your face, cleaning the smeared makeup from under your eyes.

Eddie's shoulders slumped. "C'mon." He sighed, softer this time. "What's wrong, baby?" His hands slid over your arms, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder. "Tell me what's goin' on. I know something's wrong."

Your nose burned, pressing the warm washcloth to it. "I don't know." You muttered, opening the mirror, plucking the faded lilac case from the shelf.

"I just... I don't know." Your eyes rounded, locking with Eddie's through the mirror. "I just- I don't know how to describe it. I just feel off?"

Eddie nodded slowly, hands resting on your back gently. "Off, how?" Eddie hummed, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you into him. You didn't fight him, melting into his embrace instead. "Tell me what's wrong, honey. I just want you to feel better."

Your head tilted back to his chest, his arms heavy over your frame. "Just off." You muttered. "I feel like I need to just get everything out. Hit the reset button because I'm just so- so, bleh."

Eddie's lips curled gently, swaying you lightly in his arms. "I just am, like, unsettled. I'm so tired from work, but then I get home and I can't sleep, and then people are so fuckin' rude-"

"-Who's rude to you?" Eddie pressed, frowning behind you.

"Just the kids." You roll your eyes, shoulders tensing. "Snotty college kids. They think they're better than you or something."

"So come get me when they do that." Eddie's chin hooked over your shoulder lightly. "I'll take care of them. Kick 'em out."

"Then we'd have nobody." You shook your head lightly. "It's just- I don't know. I just feel really off." You paused, craning your neck to look at Eddie. "I feel like I need to get it all out."

Eddie stilled. "You-You want me to help you with that?" He knew what you were asking. "You want me to... To spank you?" It wasn't the first time you'd done this, still his cheeks burned at the word.

Your sex life was far from vanilla, teetering on outright debaucherous at times. He was no stranger to being mean to you in the bedroom, just like you weren't to him. Still, when you'd asked him the first time, to give you emotional release in this way, it felt a little odd to him at times. To bring pain to you, even if you asked, when all he wanted to do was smother you with affection.

Still, he'd do anything for you. You knew that, he did too.

It was why he swayed so easily. Your eyes rounding, lashes batting so sweetly up at him. "It really would help me feel better." His heart skipped, a sweet tone he'd been longing for all night. "I really think it would help."

Eddie nodded, hands sliding down your arms again, squeezing your elbows gently. You picked the hairbrush off the counter, handing it to him, taking his free hand and guiding him to the bedroom.

He let you settle over his lap, wiggling until you felt comfortable, a pillow under your face. Eddie twirled the hair brush in his hand, fidgeting while you settled. It was still new. How hard did he hit in this scenario? Did he soothe you? Scold you? Say anything at all? When you were playing, it was easier. In a headspace that came naturally with the moment.

"Ok," You hummed, turning to look at him, cheek pressed to the pillow. "'m ready."

Eddie hesitated. "You- And you're gonna tell me, right? When you want me to stop?"

"Yes." You nodded gently. "Just don't stop until I'm crying."

Eddie's cock throbbed, a roller coaster like drop in his stomach at your words. "Baby, I'm serious-"

"-I am too." You frowned. "Eddie, I promise I will tell you if it's too much, but... just please? Until I'm crying then you can stop."

"O-Ok," Eddie's breath stuttered, hand smoothing over your pantie clad ass, cheeky cotton panties that had his brain trailing off. "I'm gonna, I'm starting."

You settled back into the pillow, Eddie's hand rubbing down your back soothingly. Your free hand snaked up, folding over the middle of your back, fingers wiggling at Eddie's. A sweet gesture that made his heart swell, interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning your hand gently to your back.

The hair brush's smooth wood pressed to your ass, tapping in a warning that had your hips clenching lightly. Eddie hesitated, bringing the hairbrush up, then lower, readjusting his aim, before letting it fall. A soft clap met with a tiny grunt from you.

"You can do harder than that, Ed." You muttered.

"Harder? Are you sure?" Eddie hoped you couldn't feel his heart beating. "I don't wanna hurt you when you're not feeling good, baby."

"You're not hurting me. You're helping me. I swear." You said softly, squeezing his hand gently, reassuringly. "You can do harder than that. I'll let you know if it's too much."

Eddie brought the hairbrush higher, sending it soaring down with a firm smack that had your breath hitching. He waited, your hips squirming in his lap.

"That was good. Just like that, Ed." You whispered, taking a deep breath in through the burn in your nose.

Two identical hits fell to each of your cheeks, a tiny squeak of a cry coming from you. Your grip tightening against his hand with every fall of the hairbrush. Eddie was more confident, fell into a rhythm that felt more comfortable.

Hips wiggling, tiny whimpers and cries coming from you, rotating from cheek to cheek, lower then higher. Eddie brought the hairbrush down, a flick in his wrist that was sharper, stinging against your skin.

A tiny hitch, a sniffle that sounded watery had his ears perking. Eddie paused, feeling the hitch in your chest. "Keep going." You gritted, a white knuckled grip around his hand. "Keep going, Ed. Please."

Eddie brought the hair brush down again, twice, sharp flicks that had you crying out- a real cry, broken and breathy. Unsure, Eddie shushed you sweetly, letting the hair brush fall onto your upturned ass again.

"Shh, it's alright. You're doin' good, sweetheart. Let it out." Eddie rasped, cracking the hairbrush down again. "Doin' good for me."

The next fall of the hairbrush had a cry breaking though your throat, tears springing in your waterline, threatening to fall. The bubble in your chest filling fuller and fuller, close to bursting with the building irritation on your ass.

"You're doin' good. I know you've got to be feeling better." Eddie soothed. "You still good? Need me to stop."

"No," You cried, shaking your head. "K-Keep going, Eddie, please, keep going. D-Do it fast. Fast ones."

Eddie let the hair bursh rain down in quick successions, all over your ass, sharp smacks that had you gritting your teeth in irritation, eyes clenching shut until finally, you felt a wave wash over you. Heavy with emotions, it crashed into you, body shaking in sobs.

Face pressed into the pillow, you cried into the soft cotton, rubbing your face against the pillow case to soothe yourself. Eddie slowed, stopping when your hand loosened in his, body slack and shaking with sobs.

Eddie held you, arms tight around you though it felt like it was more for him. Soft coos and whispers, a hand rubbing down your spine. He hoped you couldn't feel his erection pressing into you. He felt torn, arousal he couldn't help but felt wrong when you were crying. Sobs so deep, stuttering in your chest and rocking your frame.

He hadn't realized how exhausted you were, a pang of guilt ringing through his chest when you started to slump in his arms. Usually, he'd get you calmed down, finish off the night between your legs, to make you feel better or maybe him.

Tonight, he let you settling into the mattress, rolling you onto your side, tucking the pillow under your knees, how you always slept. He wasn't sure how it was comfortable, teased you about it the first time he saw it. "It helps with my back, I swear." You had giggled, hiking a leg up over the pillow and settling into the mattress. Eddie didn't care how you slept, honestly, if it meant you'd sleep next to him.

Settling you under the blankets, Eddie carried the hair brush back into the bathroom, setting it back on the vanity's counter. He pulled the Jergens off the shelf, hand wrapping around his length, relieving himself. Tomorrow, he'd take care of you, spend the day in bed with you if you wanted, hopeful but certain that you'd be better in the morning.

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Unbelievable

Eddie Munson x friend!Reader

Summary: reader has a crush on eddie and plans to confess her feelings at the bar, when she finds him sitting with a gorgeous girl, she doubts herself… what will she do?

Warnings: minors DNI, unwelcome advances, drinking, jealousy, anxiety, making out, allusions to smut

A/N: dedicated to the lovely @easy-peasy68 and this awesome request she sent in! I hope you love it, darling! 💖😌

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Tonight was the night—you were certain.

Tonight you’d worn your best clothes and redone your makeup twice. You prepared to drink until you were drunk of sorrow or happiness, one of the two.

“You’re not allowed to say that.” Robin chided over the phone as you walked to the bar and roll your eyes, “Think positive! He’s your friend, if he doesn’t return your feelings, how mean could he be about it?”

“I know he won’t be mean, Rob, he’s perfect!” You whine. “If he’s gonna let me down I know he’d do it in the sweetest most earth shattering way.” You watched the sidewalk pass beneath your feet and tried not to imagine the look of disappointment on his face.

“I have it on good authority that people can still be friends even after one rejects the other! Just look at me and Steve. We’ve been sailing this platonic love boat for years now! His dorky love confession is just a blip in the past now—“

“Whoa, wait, my love confession was not dorky—“ You hear Steve in the background and roll your eyes as you come to a stop before the sticker covered door that you’d grown quite fond of, this being Eddie’s favorite spot.

“Alrighty, Rob. I’m here.” You mumble and lean against the building.

Robin gasps, “Okayloveyou, call me after please, byeeeeee!” She almost sings as you end the call.

You take a deep breath and pull the door open. You’re so distracted looking for Eddie that you nearly blow right by the bouncer, sat at his laptop watching Lord of the Rings as he checked IDs.

You roll your eyes as he shoots you a questioning look, comparing your birthdate to your face before handing it back to you. You mumble a thanks and let your eyes scan the seats along the bar, where Eddie always sat.

You wondered if you beat him here for once, if you could be the one with two drinks waiting in front of you to be shared when he sat down like he’d always had with you.

You wonder if he’ll compliment your outfit, if he’ll even notice it. He typically always had a little compliment at the ready for you, about your hair or perfume, simple words that made you wanna shudder and savor the feeling forever.

A group of people grabbing drinks from the bartender caught your attention. They laughed merrily with each other and grabbed two tall glasses each to take to their awaiting table of friends, but when they moved, they also revealed a scene you never wanted to see; Eddie sat at the bar, and a gorgeous girl in your spot next to him.

Your heart ached and sank in your body, the beating of it suddenly so powerful it thudded in your chest. You wanted to swallow the lump in your throat, but your mouth was so dry you couldn’t, it just added to the sandpaper feeling prickling all the way down.

You wanted to cry at the way Eddie’s shoulders shook with a chuckle, facing the wall of bottles while she faced him, leaning closer on her hand and letting her ample cleavage show. She wore a red dress, one you wouldn’t even dream of wearing. Her lips were painted the same color and her eyes were lined with black so thick it reminded you of the music videos that sometimes played at the music store Eddie worked at.

She was perfect. And you suddenly felt as if you were not.

You feel someone bump into your shoulder and realize you were standing in the middle of traffic, grabbing a place at the bar with shaking hands, on the other side of three large old men that frequented the bar too.

Your mind was reeling and spinning without any alcohol to fuel it, so you opted for a water to collect yourself. When the bartender sat the tall glass in front of you, you take three big gulps of it and then some deep breaths. “Just go on over there, honey.” A gruff voice said.

“Yeah, that’s your spot!” Another said.

You turn to the right to see the old men looking at you, their leather vests, fading tattoos, and bald heads usually intimidating you, but when you saw them now, looking at you, you only saw concern in their eyes. You shake your head, “I don’t know what you mean.”

The men chuckle kindly, “Sweetheart, we know that’s your boy over there. And that broad has been buggin him for the last ten minutes about buying her drinks.”

Your brows push together and you lean over to view the two down on the other side of the man that spoke to you. Eddie had a tense smile, one he used when he didn’t wanna be rude.

“He could be nervous. She’s awfully pretty,” You think.

Another one of the men notice the skeptical look on your face, “He’s here to see you, ain’t he?” He asks incredulously through his thick mustache.

You shrug and nod, “We come here every week. W-We’re just friends though, so I should leave him alone.”

The men chuckle again before the third one pipes up, “Uh-uh! We gotta pool goin on how long it’ll take you guys to kiss. Poor boy always looks like he’s gonna make a move and doesn’t.” He rolled his eyes and his friends agreed.

Your jaw dropped, amusement on your face, “He does not!” You quietly chide before sneaking another glance at Eddie’s almost cowering figure as he kept his body facing straight, barely turning his head to respond to the girl.

“Between you and me,” the man closest to her almost mumbled, “if y’all kiss after this week, I lose—so it’s now or never.” He tsked and took a swig of his bottled bud light. You blush crimson and close your eyes. “If you go over there and plant one on loverboy, I’ll give you $50.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

You try not to chuckle when you notice these old men have you almost convinced. You take a deep breath and shake his hand, “I have to right now?” You ask.

“You just have to go over there right now, okay? And if it don’t work out, you gotta seat right back over here.” He nodded and gave you a firm pat on the back that almost knocked you over as you picked up or water and climbed off the stool. As you pass by them, you hear their rumbling cheers while they no doubt watch you.

You keep stepping towards where Eddie and the girl sat, Eddie’s hair practically a curtain between himself and her.

“You’re just shy, aren’t you?” She purred when you got close enough. She reached out to stroke Eddie’s hand that rested on the counter only for him to drag it away into his pocket.

“Nah, no, I-I’m typically not.” He said with a dry chuckle.

The girl tsked and leaned forward as you stepped up right behind her, still undetected, “Aww, so you just act this way for little ole me? All cute and shy?” She flattered herself and giggled in a way that you figured was supposed to be alluring.

As Eddie turns his head to face her, you step over next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “Actually I think you just make him uncomfortable.” You remark, as you look her over and school your face to look unimpressed with the girl before you, as if you hadn’t envied her at first sight.

You look at Eddie, who stared at you with brown eyes wide with awe. Your lips twitch when they attempt to smile at the two waiting glasses in front of him, sips yet to be taken. “Can I have my seat or do I need to sit in his lap for you to understand?” You look back at her coldly.

She scoffs and looks between you two as she stands with her purse and returns to her table of friends in the corner.

You exhale deeply and look over at your biker friends who had heard the whole exchange. They raised their newest glasses to you and drank with hearty laughter.

“Friends of yours?” He asks with a uneasy chuckle, checking out the old men skeptically before he spotted their patches and smiled.

You shrug, “New friends.”

He nodded. You lingered by Eddie, your hand still on his shoulder before you move to sit in your spot, “My lap, huh?” He chuckled, amused and impressed at your display of courage he’d never seen before.

You plop down, the seat pleasantly warm from the bitch that previously occupied it. “Yeah, sorry about that, you just seemed…” you shook your head as he nodded gently.

“Thank you.” He looked you over, his eyes growing large again when they paused at your chest. “You look… fantastic, wow.” He says with a dumbstruck smile as he took you in again.

You chuckle and shake your head, “Oh, this old thing. Just threw it on, y’know, but, uh, I’m-I’m glad you like it!” You smile at him, feeling the difference in the air between you tonight. It felt good. Full of possibility.

Eddie clears his throat and slides your drink over to you. “A toast— to my best friend;” he started as you lift your glass with a quirked brow, “The bravest, wittiest ….” He hesitated, peering into your eyes, “…prettiest girl I know.” He nodded as he finished.

“Here, here!” The familiar gruff voices echoed behind you in agreement, lifting their shots before throwing them back. You guys chuckle and sip your beers, your nose wrinkling at the first taste as you usually did.

Eddie chuckled at you as you set the glass down, foam on your upper lip. “What?”

“You got a little…” he pointed at your mouth, but didn’t give you a chance to clean it yourself, bringing his thumb up to wipe it off with one gentle swipe. “There… much better.” He said softly, his face inches from yours. His touch sending pins and needles where he touched. He’d never touched your face before—not to mention your lips.

You look down and blush, finding your knees between his and his body leaned close to yours. He looked so much more like himself now, that ornery glint in his eye, his boyish smile that always said ‘trouble’ when he flashed one your way.

You watch his ringed hand rest on your knee, stroking in loving circles before you look up at him, his gaze more serious, yet not stone. Something else was hidden in the look he gave you, something that felt familiar to you.

He whispers your name, “—Tell me something.”

You cock your head and give him a single nod, “What’s to tell?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before taking a drink, “S’gonna be like that, huh?” He looks at you again, playful smile on display as he leans closer to you again.

“Like what?” You chuckle, enjoying this game. Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile and goes to turn back forward when you catch his knee, “No, no,” you pat him before turning him to you by the knee in your grip, Eddie’s gaze darkening as his eyes flicked back up to yours. “No need for that.”

You go to withdrawal your hand, but he catches it., “Were you jealous?” He asked, his hand stop yours.

You can’t help but balk, your mouth opening and eyes widening before you can pinch your brows together and shake your head, “N-No,” you find yourself in the lie, “I just—“ you shrug, finding his eyes on yours expectantly, obviously working hard to keep his mouth straight and resisting the smile that threatened to curl up at the corners.

“Just?” He prodded.

“Like—ugh, the way she was touching you. And looking at you—”

“And… that’s not jealous?” He broke a little, one side of his smile lifting as he bit the other cheek.

Your cheeks blossom into magenta, your avoidant smile rising up on your face as you grab your drink as a buffer, not daring to move your other hand from his grasp. Eddie watches you as you gulp the brew and set down the glass, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Okay, maybe a little..” you shrug before looking up at him from under your lashes, your eyes darting back down when you saw his smirk.

Oh, great. It’s a joke to him.

“But if it was a guy, okay,” you start, “And if I was you, and I was looking the same way you did, you’d do the same thing, wouldn’t you?” You shrug in question. “You’d wanna protect me from an unwelcome conversation, right?”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, absolutely.”

“See?” You go to move your hand from his, turning to face the bar when he catches you again.

“To protect you, yes.” He said, hidden urgency in his eyes as he squeezed your hand gently, “—But also because I’d be jealous.” He smiles at your hesitance to believe him as you gently shake your head in disbelief.

“So.. now would be a good time to tell you about my feelings?” You ask quietly.

“Feelings?” He asks in feigned incredulity. You fight the blooming smile as he teases you. “Feelings about what?” He mocks you at your own game.

You roll your eyes and push at his chest, smiling when he caught your wrist and released your other, turning his hand to face palm up, his fingers lingering on yours in the hope you’d wind your fingers through his.

And you do, just as he’s begun stroking his thumb over your hand, the one he caught on his heart.

“Tell me.” He says just above a whisper despite the chaotic barroom.

You nod, “I… I like you. A lot. An embarrassing amount, actually— since the day we met.” You stumble, looking down at the rings on his hands you’d never brought yourself to play with, though you thought about it a lot.

You’d never held hands like this before, always sure to stay in your own bubbles. But tonight, everything was different, and you both knew it wouldn’t ever be the same.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said casually.

You look up at him in surprise, to find him leaning forward and releasing your hand to hold you steady as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Your eyes melt closed and you kiss him back, not shying away from the urge to touch his face and neck.

You barely hear the cheers behind you until Eddie breaks the kiss to glance at your friends a few seats down the bar. You turn shyly to find them paying their tabs and handing cash to the man that convinced you to come over here in the first place.

He saunters over to you, cap on his head and a new dip in his mouth, the lump bulging beneath his bottom lip. “Here ya go, darlin, take your new boyfriend out on a date.” He dropped a fifty in front of you and shoved his winnings away in his pocket.

Your jaw drops and you go to hand it back to him, “Sir, I can’t take this—“

“The hell you can’t!” He said as his friends joined him, one of them taking his free hand. “I’m $200 richer because of you, let me share the wealth!”

“Gary, you leave them alone.” The man chided. “Congratulations, you two,” he said when he turned to you, “Seeing you guys here these last few months had us thinking about our old times—Gary and I have been coming here with our friends since ‘82.” He beamed at his partner and it was only then you noticed the pride flag patch, beneath the Satyrs Motorcycle Club emblem, along with a BACA patch to boot.

You smiled warmly as Eddie took your hand again and swiftly pocketed the $50 for you. “Well, we owe you fellas drinks the next time we meet!” Eddie said.

You smile at his heart and nod in agreement, “Thank you, so much.” You smile at Gary who nodded.

“We wish y’all the best—treat her right, pretty boy, she knows where to find me.” He pointed a thick callused finger in his direction with a teasing wink and a final pat on the back as they departed, hearing the unmistakeable revving of their friends preparing to leave.

Eddie looked back at you as you sighed, the tension from the last couple weeks finally falling away with each careful stroke of his thumb over your hand.

I could get used to this, you think.

“So…” Eddie said, in the way he always did when he had a new plan of action, “How about… we blow this popsicle stand, grab some food and then.. maybe spend the night at yours.” He said, looking down at your hands as he spoke, the way he did when he was shy.

You smile and think about the advantages you have now that your best friend might just be your boyfriend, how well you know each other already. How easy this felt since you said the words that felt like wire bristles coming out of your throat.

“Spend the night?” You ask with a hand pressed to your chest. Eddie blushes as he meets your eye, not bothering to clarify the sentiment of spending the evening at your place like you’d done plenty of times before.

But never spending the night.

You bit your lip before letting it slip out of your teeth, “You wanna?” You ask quietly.

His eyes shift again, that darkness taking over again as his mischief fell and lust took hold of him. He nodded.

“And before our first date!” You say in a theatrical gasp that had him giggling and shaking his head before taking a drink.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to—“

“Who said that?” You scoff, taking a sip of the water you brought over with you as Eddie chuckled into his now free hands, shaking his head and groaning, “you’re unbelievable.”

“I bet it won’t be the last time you say that tonight.” You say daringly.

Eddie’s mouth drops open before he lurches off his stool to pay your tabs. As he stands in line his gaze keeps drifting back to you, knowing you’re watching him with a coy smile he’d never gotten to see before now. He figures now you must’ve been too nervous and it makes him chuckle as he looks you over again.

You notice this and shoot him a look, narrowed eyes and a suspicious smirk, only able to guess what he’s thinking about you.

Your eyes shift behind him to find the girl from earlier still sitting in the corner, her eyes on you with curiosity. You wonder if she saw your kiss, or how Eddie held your hands. Before you can think too much about it, Eddie’s obstructing your view as he approaches and holds out his hand for you, something else he hadn’t done before.

You take it gratefully and smile as you fix your purse. You step forward and feel his hand at your lower back, almost bringing you to your knees at first. You gathered yourself quickly and smiled when you saw his hand shoot out from behind you to grab the door, ushering you through into the warm night air.

His hand slips into yours and he pulls you closer to him. His smile is set on you and he wraps his arms around you, staring at you for just a minute.

“Thanks for my drink.” You smile, finding a hand on his chest and the other stroking the column of his neck.

He chuckles, “Of course. More than happy to cover my girl’s drinks.”

“Ooh, your girl.” You sing teasingly.

You feel him stroking your back at the edge of your shirt where a sliver of skin was exposed. “Yeah. Unless your mind has changed about me in the last five minutes—“

You’re quick to cut him off with a shake of your head and a “Mm-mm, nope!” That sends him smiling wider as he pulls you over to his car.

“You didn’t drive, did you?” He asks as you approach the Kia. You shake your head again and catch his smirk.

“You dirty dog.” He tsks and puts his hand against the passenger door you leaned against.

“What??” You ask through a giggle.

“You came here with a plan didn’t you!” He leaned in close, til his nose brushed yours and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You thought he was going to kiss you before he pulled back and appraised you. “What—plan A I’m your ride, plan B, you Uber?” He asks.

You nod.

“I’d never let you get into an Uber.” He scoffs and opens the door for you, guiding your body around the door and into the car.

He watches you buckle up, and waits patiently til you look up at him in question, wondering if he asked something you didn’t hear.

“What?” You ask softly, trying not to melt at the way he looked at you.

He shakes his head gently, “Nothin,” he leans closer to you, “Just… glad I don’t have to pretend anymore. Feels nice.” He smiles again. You nod in agreement. “Plus I need a kiss from my girlfriend if she wants a ride home.” He pauses right in front of your lips waiting to you to close the rest of the distance.

“Is that how it’s gonna be, Munson?” You ask.

He nods, “Oh, yeah, I’m capitalizing on it. I’ll do anything for you if it means I get a kiss.” He looks down to your lips and back up again.

You smile and push your lips to his, with more fervor than you did in the bar, his lips warmer and wetter than before. Eddie practically drops to his knees to keep the kiss going, internally debating on climbing inside the car this way until—

“Excuse me? Excu—Excuse me!” A voice said from in front of the car. You’re the one to pull out of the kiss, Eddie following you before following your gaze and finding the girl from earlier, her friends behind her as she holds her keys in her hand, “Can I get into my car please?” She asks in uncomfortable calm.

Eddie stands up, “Oh, yeah, for sure!” He shuts your door and jogs around the front of the car without another look in her direction, scrambling inside the car and starting it just to turn to you and pull you in to continue your kiss.

You crack your eyes open to find the girl’s friends opening the back doors to her car and piling in, as she remained frozen to the spot, her mouth dropped as she watched how Eddie kissed you. You close your eyes and open your mouth just a bit more and feel Eddie’s tongue slide inside, and you hate that you hoped she saw it.

You moan into his mouth and let him explore before tangling your tongue with his. His taste was intoxicating, even after the beer. Kissing him in his car was a different feeling than kissing in the bar, this was more private—special even.

You’d spent a lot of time in the passenger seat of his car, smoking, telling secrets, singing together, crying after hard days, eating take out when neither of you feel like cooking, it was another one of the places that was special to you because it was somewhere you shared with Eddie. And now you got to share this in here too.

Eddie let out a savoring groan before parting his lips from yours. “Now that, was unbelievable.” You said as he smiled in the same goofy way he always did.

You giggle and look away as he turns up the music and put the car in reverse. “Bet it won’t be the last time you say that tonight.” He says before sticking his tongue out. You look over at him with a glimmer in your eye and a smirk that had him driving 15 over the speed limit and kissing your hand every few seconds, like he had waited for this just as long as you had.

And just in case you’re wondering—Eddie had you calling him unbelievable (and a few other things) by the end of the night.

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You Look Good in Green.

Eddie Munson x Bartender!Fem!Reader.

>>Summery: Between a deli and a laundromat in down town Indianapolis, a bar sits unassuming. Almost derelict looking from the outside, to the untrained eye. But by night shes a different beast

>>Author note: A day early because I have no self control. Thank you for to anyone who read, commented or reblogged the last chapter your all beautiful humans. This chapter has in it one of the first scenes I imagined when this story first invaded my every thought, I'll let you guess which one. Enjoy 💚.

>> Chapter warnings: 18+ only, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, excessive alcohol consumption, mention of vomit, smoking, strong language, broken glass wear.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 3 - Recovery Position.

MARCH 1988

Desolate is the word that springs to mind as he slams the van door closed. The sound echoes around him before it's swallowed into the shadows where the street lights can't reach, their orange light hanging listly over parked cars and reflecting back at him in the dark windows of closed stores.

This was a stupid idea.

A mantra that's been on a loop in his head since he took the exit for the city, only becoming louder the longer he drove, trapped within the confines of his own head no matter how loud he blared the stereo.

Bitter cold air bites and nips at any exposed skin forcing him to move, fingers already numbing around the handle of the guitar case. He makes short work of the small journey down the sidewalk, but by the time he reaches the familiar soft yellow light spilling from the 24-hour laundromat, he slows to a halt despite how his lungs ache from the cold.

The familiarity of the street dies beyond the threshold of that soft light. No people are lingering in a haze of smoke, no laughter or boisterous voices, mingling along with the low hum of the base that blares intermittently as people ferry in and out the door.

He stands surrounded by his own hot breath that lingers in the air, maybe Angie had gotten the days mixed up in her over-eager conviction to get him to play.

‘I know that guitar I sold Wayne ain't just sat for decoration’, he mouths in a taunting mimic to himself as he finally makes his way up to the door.

The lights are on, he can see that much through the small steamed up window in the door, crooked open sign burning a luminous cherry red to his right.

If he was honest with himself, he knows it's the right night, the damn date stuck to his refrigerator in Angie's looped cursive had all but destroyed his appetite for the past week.

But the idea that she's wrong is an easy distraction from where the doubts really lie.

Gigs had been sparse the past few years, with Jeff away at college, Grant’s dad working him to exhaustion at the shop and Gareth not even old enough to get into half the places they wanted to play. The idea of playing live again started to sound like a good idea, no matter the capacity.

That's how she got him.

The acoustic had seen more action in the past three years than it had since he was in middle school and between the pages of the notebook, which currently sits like a dead weight in his back pocket, are songs never played to anyone but the thin walls of the trailer.

The dawning reality of it being just him, dampening any enthusiasm before it could start.

He was good at leading, building people up; the band, his sheep. Once upon a time himself, not so much lately.

The door swings open making him stumble back as the bouncer almost steps on him. Staring at Eddie, face void of all emotion for a moment his eyes flick down to the guitar then back up.

“Card”

His voice is monotone and the momentary wide eyed hesitation on Eddie's part seems to irritate him as his brows pull in, a grunt leaving him as he shoves an open hand out, that Eddie’s sure could crush his skull.

Not wanting a witness to him hightailing it away from an open mic night of all things, he drops his guitar and scrambles for his wallet, watching as the angry giant stares at it for a little too long before abruptly opening the door and ushering him in. Left cradling his guitar to his chest he winces at the sudden change in light.

This wasn’t just a stupid idea, this was a fucking mistake.

It's like he’s back in high school, stood at the edge of a sea of pastel colour and quaffed hair, quick looks drag up and down as he enters, snap judgements made at a glance.

There's none of the usual reprieve here that he's gotten in the past, the weight that usually lifts as he walks in for a weekend gig now threatening to suffocate him.

Amour built over a lifetime rises, only to be knocked from his shoulders as cold air rushes in from behind him, a grunt and the presence of a large frame forcing him further into the building.

I don't need to play, he reasons laying his guitar across the stools beside him, I can just grab a drink, settle in, and watch. His fingers ache from the lingering cold as he anxiously drums a beat out against the wood.

“Hey, can I help? ”

Your voice startles him a little and the sight of your eager smile makes his throat dry up.

You're Jazz. When Angie mentioned it was your night he assumed it was someone older, he's not entirely sure why, your name only ever mentioned in passing when he hung out at the record store.

But he’s seen you before, hell he's been served by you before.

Always a quick exchange, between a crush of bodies on blurry nights, where he's woken up in an unfamiliar bed or the back of his van. Unsure of how he got there and with an ache in his neck that makes him question if, one of these days, he was going to give himself whiplash.

But you were just the cute bartender; he never got your name.

He hasn’t spoken in a good 10 seconds and your eyes move to the guitar case lay over the stools next to him, eyes lighting up “You here for the open mic night.”

Shit.

He couldn’t say no now, not when you were looking at him like that, all excited and eager, so with resignation he nods, flashing you a tight smile.

“Awsome, okay, just a minute” You scamper away and his face falls as soon as you're gone. Eyes scanning the room he searches faces to see if anyone stands out as familiar, shrugging off his leather and pulling at the neck of his shirt. Desperately trying to bring up the bravado that carries him through most days.

You arrive back, red notebook in hand and flicker forward a couple of pages.

“Name?”

“Eddie. Munson.” The question makes his hackles immediately go up, subconsciously waiting for a snide remark, but you only give him that bright smile again.

“Okay Eddie you're on third, a few people don't look like they're showing up” a humourless laugh passed your lips “I just need you to sign this.”

He eyes the form wearily for a second, “What is it?”

“It’s like a liability form, basically just agreeing you're responsible for your instruments” You let out an exasperated sigh eyes rolling “The owner's kind of a control freak, he’s not here, so we have this.” You confess holding a pen out to him.

“Sure. Okay.” The tremor in his hand makes him clench his teeth as he signs, willing himself to get it the fuck together and he tries to casually flip the pen for you to take but his clammy hand slip against the smooth case sending it clattering to the floor beneath him.

“Shit” he mumbles, quickly bending awkwardly between stool legs to retrieve it. You're making a poor attempt at hiding your amusement as he comes back up and he can't help but feel like he just signed away the last of his dignity as you store away the complete form into a binder.

“Nice shirt” you say without looking up and his eyes flicker down to his Megadeath tee and then back to you, “be nice to have somebody here that plans on singing something other than Madonna. Unless?” you look up at him eyebrows raised and he lets out a huff of a laugh.

“More of a Duran Duran man myself.” Looking out across the room he spins a ring on his finger. “Wasn’t exactly the crowd I was expecting.”

“It's taken almost two months for people to realise it isn't Karaoke. Anyone says shit to you, they're out.”

When he looks at you your face is dead serious.

“You want a drink?”

His full body sags into the bar, hands pressed flat against the wood.

“Please.”

*****

Gus calls it the void.

A space that exists between the sleepy dark building which greets you in the day, with low murmurs of the jukebox and quiet conversation, and the static chaos which she turns into at night, senses soaked in hazes of beer and speakers that vibrate your chest on an inhale.

The void comes when the bodies clear, main lights illuminating the corners once filled by bodies and a cacophony of nameless voices.

It's surreal, usually only seen through a fog of fatigue, as aching footsteps spot mop and clean broken glass, the walls seeming to stretch out and close in at the same time.

Tonight though the void crowds one remaining table, one too small for the number of bodies surrounding it.

You smile fondly from your place behind the bar as the newest members of the family laugh loudly with the oldest. The guys had killed it, the crowd loved it and the buzz of the room carried you through the night.

But the numbers on the calculator are starting to blur as you desperately try to finish cashing up. Eyes warm with an exhaustion that can only come with a day spent staving off panic, and a night caught in the adrenaline of that panic being completely unfounded.

You scrub your hands over your face, cursing yourself as soon as you do knowing the makeup that was once neatly placed there was likely smudged around your eyes now.

A soft clink of bottles and glasses being placed on the bar draws your attention and you look up expecting to see Jay or Charlie there but instead, big brown eyes look sympathetically down at you. You straighten slowly from where you were hunched over, tired bones and gravity having drawn you down.

“Same again?” you glance over at where Gus is loudly telling a story you can't quite distinguish over the cackle of Angie's laugh. Drunker than you'd seen them between these walls in a long time, and in good company if the way Gareth is swaying on his chair as he drunkenly flirts with a very pink Charlie is anything to go by.

“A couple of glasses of water too,” he says as Gareth tries to lean on the edge of the table, almost head butting the subject of his drunken affection when he misses by a mile.

You grimace with wide eyes and he grins back at you “coming up”

You can hear his rings tap against the wood of the bar behind you as he drums an uneven beat.

“I'll fetch them over.” he scoffs from behind and you send him an acusationary look over your shoulder.

“You've been running ‘round all night.” a small frown sits on his face as he tips his head towards you. You arrange the drinks on the small circular tray in front of him silently, the glasses and bottles clinking gently against each other as you softly nudge it towards him.

He looks smug for a moment and you can't help the laugh that comes out when it shifts to panic as he picks up the tray too harshly and the whole tray rattles aggressively.

He gives you an angry glance with no malice behind it and you watch his tongue peek out in concentration as he lifts it. Carefully, he makes his way over to the table, leaning your head on your fist you watch as he walks with slow strides, gangly and unsure looking like a baby deer, stopping every few steps.

The whole table stopped to watch, jibes and laughter turning to a cheer as he finally places the tray down, with a quick turn he bows at you as you give him him a slow clap.

“Come sit down Jazz, grab a drink” Gus yells across at you words running together a little, southern accent more prominent as he roughly pulls a chair over.

You cringe at the screech and look around at the unfinished tasks, but the promise of relief from the ache in your legs is too good to pass up, so you pour a generous glug of Jamesons into a steaming cup of coffee with too many sugars and join them.

You lean your head heavily on Angie's shoulder and she rests hers a top of yours, the smell of musky perfume and the red wine she's been drinking all night surrounding you.

“You did good darlin’” she says as they all chatter around you and you smile to yourself looking over at the band. “Yeah.”

Charlie makes herself scarce soon after when her dime store Matt Dillon boyfriend comes to collect her, much to Gareth's disdain. He asks every few minutes where she's gone and you have to gently remind him she's gone, his shoulders slumping every time.

You finally drag yourself from Angie humming to yourself as the coffee and whisky warm you, curling your knee up to your chest you tune in halfway through an argument Jeff and Eddie are having.

You've missed the start but as Eddie gets louder and Jeff snickers you realise Eddie has fallen for some kind of bate as he passionately rants and gesticulates wildly.

Jay laughs loudly from beside you catching everyone's attention, as Gareth becomes increasingly defensive at the story of George carding him when he came back in from packing up the van.

Grant quickly swipes his wallet and passes his licence over, Jay cooes instantly and you sneak a look at the picture. The frown on his face is like for like with the one he's wearing as he angrily grabs the card back.

Grant throws his arm around the younger guy's shoulders, and they all fall back into laughter and animated conversations in a way that only people who've known each other for half their lives can. A pang of jealousy runs through you that you push down quickly.

“You ready to admit you were wrong?” you say taking a sip from the hot sweet drink, head falling heavily to the side to look at Gus’s flushed face.

“Cold day in hell,” Angie murmurs to her glass, red wine clinging to the creases on her lips, lipstick long gone and spread down Gus’s neck.

“We’ll see,” he says eyeing the guys and throwing an arm around Angie's shoulders, you don't miss the small smile that twitches the corner of his mouth as he watches them.

“Okay house rules” he says loudly hand slamming on the table making you grimace.

The boys all fall silent, the timbre of his voice still commanding a presence with them that you remember from the early days of knowing him.

“Rule 1. No fighting, I see you throwing punches, you're out. Anybody tries anything you let George deal with it.” They all glance at the silent man who sits sipping a gin and tonic as he simply nods.

“Rule 2. Nobody goes behind the bar, you want a drink, you ask. If it's busy you wait your damn turn got it? They all nod turning to each other with murmurs of agreement.

“Rule 3. 10 dollars between you for playing, we’ll set up a tip jar and you can sell any other stuff you want tapes shirts whatever. And Rule 4."

he leans forward giving you a pointed look and you feel your gut drop as everyone looks at you.

He wouldn't.

"No fucking on the premises.”

Jay snickers and you smack him hard in the arm. “I didn't fuck him" you hiss rising quickly to your feet.

“Found them in the back. Trousers around his ankles,” he says leaning towards the boys who all grin at you.

“They were not around his ankles, he got to second base tops!” Jay cackles from beside you and you spin to face him “You can stop laughing, the bathroom's the premises and we all know what you and Paul do in there when they play.”

“Excuse me?” Gus says leaning forward heavily towards Jay as he splutters, the band all stare at you with various looks of glee.

You grab your jacket “As lovely as this has been, if we're finished reminiscing about my failed sexual encounters, my bus is leaving soon so if we can all finish up.”

“You're getting the bus?” Jeff says face dropping as he looks at you.

“Is that an issue?” exhaustion making you bite out the words as you collect the few remaining glasses on the table and walk them back to the bar.

“It's late,” Grant yells over the room as you dip inside the office to collect the rest of your things.

“I'm a big girl” you sing song “ and I have mace, I think I'll be fine.” you check your bag, and hang it heavily over your shoulder, locking up the cash and turning of the lights.

"I'll drive you,” Eddie says as you reappear arms crossed over his chest, all members leaning back into their seats, obviously having had a conversation you weren't privy to

“I told you he was a good boy,” Angie whispers loudly into Gus's ear and Eddie gives her a wink.

Your surprised your eyes don't roll out your head.

“You've all been drinking.” you gesture to Gareth to illustrate your point as he's about to fall asleep at any second, head leaning heavily against a less than impressed looking Grant.

“I've had two beers all night.”

You blink, looking down to the tap water in front of him and sigh, nerves starting to fray as the ache in your feet pulse and shoulders protest the extra weight of your belongings.

“ I just want to get home.” it comes out in a whine, but you're too tired to care.

“We'll close up.” Angie’s voice is slurred and a little muffled from the way she's pressed up against Gus's side, and you glance down to see her long nails raking down his leg under the table.

You look at them suspiciously “Yeah?”

“Done most of it for us, get away darlin’” he says never looking away from Angie.

Christ.

You look back over and Eddie raises his brows at you expectantly.

“Okay. But can we leave now?”

*****

March 1988

You fumble over your words, heart hammering and instantly regret asking Gus to fix the lights so you can see the audience better.

The idea that somebody might be smiling beyond the glare to make this less painful is quashed by a mixture of confused and vaguely interested faces. At least when half the crowd thought it was karaoke there was a pack of drunken friends cheering.

You welcome Eddie on stage, hoping to God that the crowd at least cracks a smile.

A couple of beers had brought him around a little, the deer in headlights look fading as you watched the first two acts and made small talk, but as you turn to wave him on and he appears into the light he looks like you're leading him to the slaughter.

You hope you're not, but the urge to get off stage and away from vacant stares has you scrambling back behind the bar.

“Hey”

His voice sounds small even amplified by the mic and you grin widely at him when he catches your eye.

“ I usually play with a band,” the crowd is silent as he unclips his guitar case and pulls the acoustic onto his lap, your body leaning forward a little as you squint at the words scrawled over the body.

“But thought I'd give this a go” he strums a couple of cords looking up and glancing around the crowd. He holds himself taller, an easy grin on his face but the bob in his throat as he swallows gives him away.

His songs aren't anything like you expected.

You'd readied yourself for something more a tune to the sounds that usually vibrate the walls, it's heavy but the chords progression is almost folky and he has a gravel in his voice that makes your stomach flip. Lyrics angry and funny in equal measure, with a disdain for the work week and the world.

The crowd's response is a mixed bag, no heckles, but your applauds are by far the loudest and he smiles over at you every time a line has you laughing.

He doesn't leave after his set and his demeanour completely changes. Flirty and confident with easy flowing conversation about music, life and the story of his guitar.

He's what you wanted from this night filled with music and laughter and he promises to be back leaving with a wink.

******

It was inevitable, you'd seen it a thousand times before. People walk out into the night air giggling and tipsy and walk back in hazy-eyed and stumbling.

Gareth was already stumbling.

“Shotgun!”

You wince at the rate Gareth falls out through the door, and peek over Grant and Jeff's shoulder as they watch him lay on the sidewalk arms spread and laughing.

Eddie steps out behind you as the others haul him up, pulling out a pack of smokes and offering you one.

“You don't have shotgun we're not animals. Jazz gets shotgun,” he says mumbling around the cigarette hanging from his mouth as he pats himself down.

“That's bullshit.” Gareth sways back a couple of steps taking Grant and Jeff with him and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I really don't mind,” you say quickly, the gesture was nice but you've seen enough innocuous disagreements sour to risk it.

Eddie scoffs lighting his cigarette “You've been on your feet for what 12 hours?” you try to recall the morning which seems like a lifetime ago.

“14 hours?"

“14 hours? Christ. Yeah, you have shotgun.”

“No.”

You turn away catching the beginning of an objection but cut him off. “Gareth you're good I can sit in the back”

“Fucking aye” his face lights up and he lurches forward dragging Jeff with him, Grant joining you both to watch the pair sway away before you slowly follow.

“If he can't fucking hold his drink-” Eddie grumbles from beside you.

“Come on you remember being 21, give him a break.”

“Can you remember being 21?” Grant says chin lifted.

He leans into you conspirationaly “He's a massive lightweight.” you turn with a smirk to see Eddie glowering at his friend. “In his defence, he'd just graduated, took him long en-“

“No.” Eddie says sternly as you look between the pair, throwing Grant the keys who catches them easily in one hand.

“I'm not getting him in the van.” He gives him a warning look and Jeff and Grant groan.

The brick is cold enough to feel your jacket as you come to rest against the wall beside Eddie. Silently smoking as you watch them try to fit a squirming Gareth in through the door in the barely lit van, their voices bouncing around the empty street.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say breaking the silence, hugging yourself a little as the cool air clings to you.

He gives you a dismissive shake of his head. “Not letting you ride the bus home,”

“The 11.35 is a breeze, 3 am's when it gets interesting, extra sticky.” he frowns at you, dark shadows extenuating the lines of his face and you laugh “It's fine, like I said I've got mace and I know all the drivers by now.”

He hums unconvinced and takes a drag of his cigarette amber glow illuminating him for a second before he lets it hang from his mouth.

“Well consider us your Thursday night ride.” he opens his arms wide towards the rest of the band as they try to buckle Gareth in.

“I appreciate it really, but it going to be midnight at the earliest before I get off, I only managed this because Angie and Gus wanted to fuck on stage.”

He chokes on an inhale, a plume of smoke coming out as he looks at you wide-eyed, nose wrinkling.

“No.”

“Yep,” you ash your cigarette under your boot and lean away from the wall “Rule number 4 does not apply to the owners.”

You head to join the other two boys in watching Gareth's drooling face pressed up against the glass and feel Eddie come up behind you

“We got him in the van, you have to get him up the stairs,” Grant says walking away without a glance.

You chuckle to yourself and follow leaving Jeff and Eddie still softly frowning at their unconscious friend. Jeffs pats his arm nodding to himself as Gareth mutely stirs behind the glass, lips smacking.

“He's gonna puke in your van.”

****

The ride back to your apartment was filled with a mixture of laughter and you hanging on for dear life as Eddie navigated the streets, two emergency stops for Gareth to puke his guts up and ended with you running back to the van and making Eddie promise to lay him on his side.

You'd chewed Jay out the next night for serving him after you had told him to stop and worried the rest of the weekend as it went on in its usual orchestrated chaos. You slept Sunday away and by Tuesday, watching the boys play felt like a dream.

The boombox blares a new mix tape you'd made as ypu clear up ready to settle into the weekly wait to see if Bill shows, the small room humid and smelling strongly of detergent as the dishwasher cycle ends.

You don't hear the front door open or the greeting that's yelled out over the volume of the music, your singing distracts you from the body settling into Bill's chair.

The song changes and the start of ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ starts and you spin, volume of your voice rising as you pull open the dishwasher taking out glasses and putting them into a crate to the beat. Ready to be dried and polished still cloudy with heat, the chorus comes in and you yell it out as you round the corner.

“Hey,”

Eddie says with a smirk from his place on Bill's chair raising his hand in greeting, a bolt of adrenaline runs through you tingling your fingers making you screech. The crate slips from your hands and the glasses explode into shards which fly off in all directions.

“Oh shit” Eddie rises immediately rounding the bar quickly and you brandish a broom at him before he can make his way behind, slapping off the boom box.

“What are you doing here?! “You splutter confusion and panic creasing your features, your heartbeat still thudding in your ears.

His eyes are wide and he takes a step back.

“A. Are you not open? The signs on.”

You gape at him looking between him and the door “Yes but nobody.” the worry on his face, makes you hesitate and you lower the broom leaning it against the side so you can cover your face with your hands, taking a deep inhale.

“I didn't mean to scare you, I can help."

“No. No, it's my own fault.” you look around and grab the broom “shit”. This was going to cost you, Gus would let a couple of broken glasses slide but this was definitely coming out of your paycheck.

Glass crunches under your feet as you try to get the worst of it and he tentatively goes to sit back down.

“Not there.” he stops hovering over Bill's chair and you point to the stool next to it.

“Expecting someone.”

“Yes”

“Not me.” A small smirk pops one of his dimples and it aggrivates you how cute it is.

“What do you need Eddie.” You stress coming over to stand in front of him.

“Can't a guy get a drink.”

The joke doesn't land and he looks sheepish as you watch him pulls out a wrinkled piece of paper from his bag pushing it over to you.

“New set for this week.”

“New?” You say, tentatively taking it “Not just rearranged?

“Nope.”

You can feel him watching you as your eyes run over the list, and you can't help but smile at the slower songs at the start, a few sticking out as unfamiliar.

“Are these originals?”

“I mean yeah, we thought we could try some songs out early on, and play more familiar stuff later. If that's cool?”

“You a cover band?”

He scoffs “No.”

“Then it's fine.” you laugh “It looks great.”

The look on his face makes him look boyish as he smiles to himself tucking the paper back away and you resume cleaning.

“So. Could I still get that drink?”

You chat about the next gig and are filled in on Gareth's monumental hangover which lingered over two full days as he ripped the label from his bottle into small piles and he agrees to one more before he should probably get going.

“You know. Thursday wasn't the first time I've played here.”

“Yeah?” you say twisting the cap off his bottle and sliding the beer over to him “You played with a different band?”

“No, uh.” he spins the bottle before taking a sip “Just me. At the open mic.”

“What? When?”

He chuckles, tipping his head slowly from side to side curls swaying with the movement “Like March last year.”

You squint at him trying to find something you recognise and as he stares back at you eyebrows raised, you realise then what that familiarity had been in his eyes and instantly feel awful. “Eddie I'm sorry, there's been so many people I don't remember half the people who come in anymore unless they play every week and even then. “

He waves you off “It's good, it was a one time thing, I was kind of worried to come back to be honest. The crowd wasn't exactly enthusiastic.” he scrunches his nose and you sigh leaning to prop your head up on your hand.

“God those first few months were painful they all thought it was-.”

“Karaoke.”

You stand upright looking down to the Wasp tee he's wearing and back up, searching his face again you trying to find any kind of memory of him that's been lost.

That familiarity is there again flickering behind big Bambi eyes again as he looks at you with a tight smile.

Then it clicks.

“Oh my god!” you point at him. “Guthrie.”

He grins, teeth fully on show now and knocks his knuckles against the bar top.

“This machine slays dragons." astonishment that he's here, that's you'd forgotten him, he was one of the first people to make you feel like the night as a whole could work." Oh my god.”

He nods, laughing into his beer the sound of his exhale loud inside the glass.

The memory of him and his songs and chatting all come rushing back and then you pause, face falling slightly as your shock and enthusiasm dwindles a little.

“You never came back.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fem!reader #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fics #Posting a day early. #Happy weekend

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

❤ bad idea *18+ – @abibliophobiaa ( a silly little request of mine brought to life SO BRILLIANTLY oh my god • steve harrington x reader )

❤ forget me not – @sattlersquarry ( steve broke your heart and you're holding a grudge...until you're not • steve harrington x reader )

❤ wait you think i'm cute? – @stevestummy ( fluffy lil piece that is literal perfection omg • steve harrington x reader )

❤ a girl like you *18+ – @palmtreesx3 ( hot tub steve PART TWO, we are this blessed • steve harrington x reader )

❤ don't call me baby *18+ – @katyswrites ( a sugar daddy, modern au! of you and steve and omg just go read • steve harrington x reader )

❤ steve comforts dustin – @stevethehairington ( dustin is absolutely shattered after eddie dies and steve helps him the only way he knows how, prepare to sob • steve harrington & dustin henderson )

❤ relax, lay back *18+ – @superblysubpar ( steve wants to take things slow, but you have other ideas in mind • steve harrington x reader )

❤ knight!steve ( sneak peek! ) – @sw34terw34ther ( knight!steve falls in love with you, a literal actual princess • steve harrington x reader )

❤ colors pt. 4 ( sneak peek ) *18+ – @loveshotzz ( if you're not followed or haven't read colors FUCKING GO GO GO, sneak of part 4 • older!steve / daddy!steve x reader )

❤ what a man *18+ ( coming soon! ) – @loveshotzz ( eddie as a bouncer, steve as a bartender, need i say more?? • steve harrington x eddie munson x reader )

#crappymixtaperecs #fanfic rec #fic rec #steve harrington fanfic #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #makeacrappymixtape

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February ‘23 Fic Rec List

Fic rec list for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST/misc characters.

🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark MULTI-PART FICS The edge 🗡 (Part 1 | Part 2) by @latenightsimping Take it good (Rockstar!Eddie x Bartender!Reader) (Part 1) @myosotisa Baby, baby (Trucker!Eddie x Waitress!Reader) ☁️🔥🗡 (Part 2) @hellfirehottie420 Bets, deals and favors(excon!linecook!Eddie x roomate!reader) 🔥🗡 (Part 1) by @pinkrelish There’s a place for me 🗡 (Part 1) by @loveshotzz ONE SHOTS Caught me slippin’ (Escort!Eddie) 🔥 by @uglypastels As long as you need (Bestfriend!Eddie) 🔥 by @lilacletter All mine (older!Eddie) 🔥 by @hard-candy-writing Construction worker!Eddie x reader 🔥 by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple​ Dance Macabre (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @kasbite​ Scream my name (ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @userquinn​ Love like blood (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥🗡 By @punk-in-docs​ You’re soaked, let me get you a towel 🕷️🔥 by @sweetpeapod​ BLURBS Mean!dom!Eddie 🔥 by @ceriseheaven Eddie can’t sleep and comes over 🗡☁️ by @uglypastels Perv!Eddie x bestfriend!reader and thighfucking 🔥 by @newlips Janitor!Eddie realizing he’s in love ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again JanitorEddie x pregnant!teacher!Reader ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again Eddie + restaurant + chopsticks ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Hospital + Morphine button ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Detention + Diary  ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Bouncer!Eddie being a taste tester for Bartender!reader 🔥 by @funsonmunson-again Bully!Eddie choking you 🔥 by @usedtobecooler Dark!Possessive!Eddie thots 🔥🕷️  (part 1 | part 2 | part 3) via @ceriseheaven Janitor!Eddie x reader!teacher ☁️ by @funsonmunson Bully!Eddie finding out a boy flirted with you 🕷️ by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x tutor!Reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x cheerleader!reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby You and bouncer!Eddie fucking in the walk-in 🔥 by @funsonmunson Caught in 2k (Best friend!Eddie) ☁️ by @myosotisa Eddie woofing at you after you call him a horndog ☁️ by @roanniom Bouncer!Eddie by @funsonmunson​ Eddie sneaking into your room 🔥 by @sweetpeapod​

MISC Fate or design...? (enjolras x reader arraigned marriage) (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️🔥 by @ceriseheaven Chop chop slide (kurt kunkle) 🔥🕷️ by @usedtobecooler Persistent (Dark!Joel miller) 🔥🕷️ by @mypoisonedvine Dad!steve x babysitter!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine​

#fic recs

[femalevil]

MEDDLE ABOUT! 

premise: your first night out after the break up was a disaster, but who knew you will ended up on the back of your ex's van praising his balls like the old times.

pairing: modern!eddie munson x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content minors dni!, balls fetish (I'm on my balls era, don't judge), m receiving oral, pet names (baby, slut, bitch), ex relationship.

word count: 2.4k

notes: i dedicate this to my friend @indouloureux who besides having inspired me with the main idea of the one-shot, also helped me write it. i didn't go any further on the reason they broke up 'cause my heart was hurting only by mentioning it so lol enjoy! (forgive me for the spelling erros.)

"Okay, you are good to go." The bouncer said after returning the girl's ID, giving space for her to enter the club. With a sigh, you turned to your best friend, giving her a worried look. There were four people in front of you in the line but your heart had already started to pick up the normal pace while you worked on rummaging through your bag.

"Fuck, I left my wallet at home." Your voice sounded defeated, of course, given the circumstances it was completely understandable. This was the first night your friend managed to get you out of the shared apartment between the two of you for, what she called a "girl's night", except for the fact that her boyfriend was there, shoving his tongue down her throat. After the end of a five-year relationship, your routine started to be based on 2 things: sleep and work, a comfortable cycle that gave you all the control that you needed upon your life but quoting your friend "You look like you've become an empty shell."

"What did you say?" She asked as soon as the kiss broke. You repeated what you said and sent a look to the tall bouncer with his arms crossed against his massive chest. It was now only two people away from your turn. "Oh that's okay, the big guy knows us! He will let you in."

But you weren’t surprised as the two of them just entered the club easily and you stayed outside with the promise of seeing them at home. You didn't even argue with the bouncer ─ not 'cause you were afraid of the intimidating man ─ the truth is that you were glad that he didn't let you in, it was the perfect excuse to go back to your sheets. The walk home was long and tiring, but it didn't matter because your feet stopped you in front of a red neon lights sign two blocks away from your apartment, "The Hideout". Instinctively, you bit your lower lip while flashbacks filled your mind and you could almost fill his scent in your nostrils as you walked into the bar. It was a quiet Friday night for the place, and you tried to imagine why that was. Fridays were the day that the clients would come over the most but then you reminded yourself that the last time you were here was months ago, and things can change a lot.

"Hey, Joel." You said as the gray-haired bartender landed his eyes on you with a big smile on his face. Joel was the owner, a nice man with the dream of giving people good music and drinks to make their lives easier.

"Long time no see, girl." You responded to that with a little smile and in no time a drink was handed to you by him.

"Sorry old man, I left my wallet at home."

"It's on the house, don't worry about it." Before going away to serve another customer he glanced over your shoulder and as you followed his eyes you saw a ghost of long forgotten memory. Edward Munson. Surprisingly he looked almost the same: curly hair a little shorter than the last time you saw him but still long enough to be his signature haircut, an old-school Metallica shirt, dark jeans with that black bandanna you gave him as a gift. He sat alone at a table close to the empty stage, looking straight into it while drinking at a beer can.

"So…" Joel caught your attention, making your head turn in his way. "Are you going to keep staring at him all night or are you going over there?"

"I prefer neither!" Your hand wrapped around the glass of alcohol he gave you, giving it a long sip. The burning sensation made you cough a little. "Enjoying my drink is just fine, Joel."

"Well… if you change your mind, it looks like he just got out for a smoke." You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know he was right, the loud sound of the backroom door through the ambient music indicated he was outside already. Your mind was pushing you over a limit, throwing memories of the relationship the two of you used to have on your face and the last thing you knew was the cold wind embracing your frame.

You sighed softly, feeling your throat burn, probably due to the drink that you threw down your mouth before leaving the insides of The Hideout ─ just for more confidence. The alley between the bar and an old pizzeria was big enough for two cars to fit through so you weren't surprised when you saw the van stopped a few steps away. The place was dark and you thought that he would probably be inside the van but a little ahem made your head shot in the opposite direction of the vehicle.

"Thought I saw you inside, but decided it was just my mind playing tricks on me." His low voice sent a shiver down your spine and you made your best not to tremble in front of him.

"Sorry if I disappointed you." Your back met the brick wall of the bar while you watched him take some steps closer, his frame being embraced by the poor illumination coming from the moon above.

"You didn't." He said simply before bringing a cigarette to his beautiful pink lips. "So… what are you doing here?"

The question was filled with genuine curiosity ─ one of the things that made you fall in love with him a long time ago ─ but you were far too lost in his dark brown pupils to come up with an answer right away.

"A friend took me out to a club but I forgot my wallet so.." You said simply, as if it was obvious. He lit the cigarette and before letting the smoke come out of his lungs he made a gesture with his hand encouraging you to continue, those big curious irises analyzing your face as if he was questioning himself if you were really there. "They didn't let me in and I just stopped here on my way home."

Your back left the wall and as if knowing exactly what you were about to say ─ that you should get going and it was nice seeing him, he spoke through almost closed lips that held the cigarette in place. "I'll give you a ride."

"That's okay, my new place is just a few blocks awa-" You weren't able to finish your sentence as Eddie just ignored your words and pulled you by the hand in the direction of his van. Apparently, he didn't notice the effect his touch still had upon you ─ and you were glad about that. As soon as he opened the doors he got inside offering a hand to help you do the same, after a second of hesitation looking at his ringed fingers your hand held his, and then you were inside with Eddie.

"Well, this place hasn't changed." Your comment was received by him with a little grin after he closed the doors behind you.

"Yeah. I like keeping things my way, y'know?"

"Oh yeah, I know." You sat down on one of the cushions he had on the floor and tried your best not to shiver with cold from outside.

"Are you cold?" Eddie's face was directed at you as your eyes met his above your lashes for a millisecond, just before you looked back down to your hands. This position didn't bring memories you would like to recall at this moment. In just a second, the engine started and you thought he was leaving already, but then he returned to the back of the van with a jacket in hand, the radio was on and you recognized the song as one from your favorite band. You thought about questioning him about it, since he didn't like that band at all but you preferred to stay silent as you watched him hand you the jacket. "I just turned on the heater, soon here will be as hot as an oven."

"That's great… I guess, only if you are trying to have me as a meal tonight." You laughed at your own joke as you picked the jacket from his cold hands, but as soon as you realized how this sounded your eyes went wide with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I didn't take it that way." He sat on the opposite side you were and a relieved smile fell on your face, this was the good side of being with Eddie. Everything was simple, he understood you in a way that nobody else ever did and you always wanted to know how he was able to always be just… perfect.

"I know you don’t… It's good to see you, Ed." The nickname left your mouth like a praise and he smiled, a smile that always made your heart almost stop and your breath hitch. His eyes met yours and you instinctively looked at his rosy lips. Old habits never die, and before you could stop your impulse, your body rose from the seat, pulling him by the collar for an almost aggressive kiss. Your foreheads bumped against each other but all you could think about is how much you needed him right now. His response to the kiss was immediate and after what seemed like a few seconds, his lips parted, dragging a moan from yours. "I'm sorry…" You whispered between deep breaths against his lips that were now an intense red.

"Don't be." The interior of the van was starting to heat up, or it was just your body that felt on fire, leaving the cold of a few minutes ago completely forgotten. "You can't imagine how much I missed this." He pressed his thumb lightly against your swollen lower lip causing your mouth to open automatically sucking on his finger in a almost pornographic way.

And then he was all over you again, but this time was different. Eddie's lips were more thirsty than before, dominating yours as if it was the first time in years that you had kissed ─ but to you it really felt like years and apparently to him too. Your tongue was the first to invade his mouth while your hands tried to take off your shirt, but the euphoria coursing through your veins made the simple task of undressing an impossible mission. After a little struggling, you managed to throw the fabric away from your body, leaving your torso completely exposed which made Eddie break the kiss to look down at your breasts and then up again meeting your hazy gaze.

"Going to a club with no bra. What a fucking slut." He said through gritted teeth before bringing a hand up to your neck, squeezing the sides enough so that the growing pleasure in the pit of your stomach only grew. "Let's see if you're not wearing panties too."

You moaned in reply as Eddie laid your body down on the cushions releasing your neck from the grip just so he could lift the skirt wrapping your bottom, finding your cunt covered by the thin fabric of an underwear. He hummed in disappointment as you still were catching your breath. "I'm sorry." Your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. Who knew the night that started with you being dragged out of your home would result in being in your ex boyfriend's arms in the alley of the bar he plays.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I know a way you can make it up to me." Your eyes gleamed with excitement as he stood up only to begin unbuttoning his pants letting them fall to his heels along with his boxers letting his fully erect cock free. "Come here and do what you do best."

Quickly you were on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes like moments before, but this time you were about to do exactly what your mind wanted to accomplish the first time around. You licked his whole height but when you saw on his face that he expected you to suck his needy member, a smile fell on your face and you slowly lowered your lips towards his meaty flesh. Once you had one of his thick balls inside your wet mouth, Eddie became a moaning mess. His hands were on your hair tugging your face against his balls.

"So warm for me, darling. Fuck-" You whined against him before letting go of his testicle with a POP! making a big proud smile urge on his face with the sound of it. Your mind was so foggy with only him in your thoughts that you didn't even notice the music playing in the background, a melody you knew all too well.

"You know I love this song, right?" You questioned while taking a hand to the base of his cock, squeezing it enough for him to gasp and only being able to nod in response. "So cute. You still remember."

Before Eddie could talk, your mouth slid the whole height of him inside and he moaned loudly which made your pussy clench around nothing. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as your nose touched his happy trail and within seconds he was thrusting his dick in your mouth. Your hand that once held his cock now rested on Eddie's thigh while the other worked on your pussy playing with your clit as his moans made you quiver.

"Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm not gonna last very long - fuck - such a good bitch taking me so well." His filthy words were enough for the wetness in your panties to grown even more. "Now come here and put this pretty mouth of yours on my balls again." He pulled away from your lips and you didn't give your lungs the rest they deserve as you blinked your tears away putting your tongue against his hairy balls. They smelled as mint soap and tasted so good on your mouth. You moaned while trying your best to capture the both of them in your mouth and as soon as you did, his hand that was jerking his dick picked up a pace and soon, with a long sigh, his seed was all over your forehead and hair.

When he came down from his high, he placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the remains of a tear. "Sorry for that." Eddie said, referring to his extase that was all over you.

"It's okay." You said getting up just to bring your fingers to your own forehead collecting some of his cum, taking it to your lips before humming in delight before whispering to him in an almost innocent way. "I know a way you can make it up to me."

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn fic #eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #♡ mine

[warmaidensrevenge]

To stay or change?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x sickly!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hey babes. This is just a one shot that came to me last week. It's a bit rough so forgive me if it's not the best. Idk if it's even worth the read but I liked it. Just a heads up I used 3 songs from some of my favorite artists. Will list them below. Anywho, feedback is greatly appreciated and asks/comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

Word count : 13,562

I do not give permission for anyone to use or publish anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Warnings: 18+ secret pinning, mentions of oral, cheating, arguing, sickly reader and death. Not proof read.

Summary: true love that shouldn't be. Friendship ruined and an afterlife.

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Eddie had been living in New York for about 4 years. Working as a bartender/ bouncer. He loved his job. He was always a night owl. So this was the perfect place for him. Especially since he and his buds could perform on Friday nights. Eddie and the band had a small following that grew bigger every Friday. He still had the dream the band would make it. And he wouldn't stop until they did. That's why this July evening he was pissed. The club manager had booked a band called Ready Aim Run. Eddie had heard them before and they were good. But he didn't understand why they were playing at a club. They made it. They were famous. Why the hell would they come back here? Why not give other bands a chance to make it too?

Gareth, Jeff and Grant wanted to see the band. Eddie on the other hand was already annoyed with the idea of that band taking their spot. Now his friends wanted to see them. He rolled his eyes and followed his buds inside the club and went to find a spot close to the stage. Eddie ordered a drink right off the back and figured if he had to sit through this, then he was gonna be drunk. The show was about to start and Eddie had never seen the club this busy before. Bodies upon bodies were packed into the decent size place. That was what he wanted. To be known and to have this many people come to their shows. He sighed and pounded a rum and coke before asking for another. That's when the lights went out and he heard the lead guitarist start off strong. She was hot. Short blonde hair. Body covered in leather and studs. As Eddie sipped on his second drink his eyes followed her fingers. Then the drums came in. He couldn't see who was playing but he thought whoever it was that they were good. The other band members joined in and then sang. 

Who's singing?

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Is this better

Tell me there's a better way

I'm not afraid

I'm not gonna hide from the vultures above, serpents below

They wanna lay me to rest, but I won't go

Yeah

Is it better to die than live another day

I'm not afraid

I'm not gonna run from the scars and within, burning your skin

They wanna lay me to rest, but I won't go

Yeah

I won't go

I wanna stand up, a hundred feet tall

'Cause fear will never lead the way

I'm ready to run, a hundred miles strong

I will never be the same

Waking the lions in me

I'm waking the lions in me

Waking the lions in me

Waking the lions in me."

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Eddie tried to min over to see who was singing but he couldn't. Then the hot girl moved and he saw. The plus size girl on the drums with long straight hair was singing her heart out. He watched as you and the hot girl sang the chorus together. After it was over the hot girl moved, blocking his view of you again. And this girl was looking right at him. He licked his lips and smirked when she gave him a wink. Eddie continued to be amazed how good the band was. More specifically how good you were. It was hard enough to play the drums but to be the lead singer too. It was insane. Eddie played the guitar and sang. And that was hard to do standing still. But playing the drums, your arms flailing about. 3 out of 4 of your extremities were constantly moving. It must have been a battle. But he couldn't tell. Your voice never faltered. 

" Hey I know that girl." 

Eddie looked at Grant. " Which one?"

" The one on the drums. She went to school with us."

Eddie looked back to the stage. He tried to move to see you again. Being pushed back by head banging fans. Out of nowhere Gareth came and pushed through. It was like the closer they got the more you were hidden. But then the hot girl moved and both Eddie and Gareth saw you. Eddie didn't recognize you but Gareth did.

" Oh shit! That's Y/n L/n. We did go to school with her."

Eddie looked at his friend and shook his head. He honestly didn't remember you.

" Dude don't you remember? Jason Carver pants her during the homecoming parade." Eddie looked back and made eye contact with you. It only lasted for a second. But it clicked for him. He could never forget your eyes. Big and beautiful. With just a hint of sadness behind them. Only back then they were red and puffy from crying. He remembered that you were in the marching band all through junior high and high school. You were a year behind him but you graduated before he did. You were always so chill. One of the only girls in Hawkins who was actually nice to him. As the song finished up the intro to the next one started off with a growl. Eddie's eyes widened when he saw you. 

Holy shit!

He and Gareth started head banging. Then as the song was almost over Eddie felt goosebumps all over. He watched you in complete aww. It was like he felt every single word you sang.

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"Can you feel the pain

Of those you've betrayed?

The promises unmade

Broken hearts that fill with shame

And you're to blame

Do they call your name?

There's nothing left to say

Nothing left to say

This innocent blood is on your hands

Deceive me

Come face to face with the final stand

Release me

It's the part of me you can't comprehend

Unleash me

You've unleashed the wild within"

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Jesus Christ!

When the song was over you got up and switched with the hot girl for the next song.

Shit! You play the guitar too?

For a split second before you started to play you looked at him again. Eddie felt a ping in his heart. 

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Do I make you nervous?

Do I make you scared?

Do I make you wanna just stop and stare?

Weird, bizarre, unusual

Sicker than sick, atypical

A perfect picture of your fucking worst nightmare

Do I make you frightened?

Do I make you fear for your life?

When you're so certain, I'll infect you when I'm near

Obscene, twisted, unnatural

Off the wall, unacceptable

I'm bulletproof to what you think

So you can damn me straight to hell

You can crucify my name

You can throw me to the wolves

You can burn me in the flame

And say, "She's such a strange girl"

Such a strange girl

The world needs strange girls

Just like me."

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As the set went on you didn't go back to the drums. Eddie felt something. He wasn't sure what it was. But he definitely felt something. After the show he and Gareth were approached by the band's assistant and were asked if they wanted to go backstage. When they walked into the room Eddie immediately locked eyes with the lead guitarist. She approached him.

" Hi handsome. How did you like the show?"

Eddie grinned. " It was fucking epic. You guys are something else."

She giggled and grabbed his bicep.

" Why thank you gorgeous. I'm Delilah."

Eddie held out his hand. " Hi. I'm Eddie."

" Mmm it's nice to meet you. Umm do you want a drink?"

Eddie looked around the room and noticed you weren't there. " I uhh yeah sure. But can I use the bathroom first?"

Delilah giggles again. " Of course."

Eddie nodded and started off.

" Don't take too long handsome. I want to play."

He gave her a smirk. " Don't worry. We can play as soon as I get back." He gave her a wink and went.

When he walked out he looked down the hall and saw you rolling the big storage boxes outside. When he saw you struggle a little bit putting it into the van he went to help.

" Hey, let me give you a hand."

You gave him a little smile. " Uhh thanks."

Eddie lifted the case in and started to help put the others in. 

" Don't you guys have a guy for this?" He asked.

" Umm normally we do. But uhh his kid got sick, so I sent him home."

Eddie nodded. Once everything was in he stood there watching you checking off boxes on a clipboard.

" Thanks for your help. " You said not looking up from the clipboard.

" You're welcome y/n."

He saw you smile.

" Wow. You remember me huh?"

He chuckled. " Couldn't forget a pretty girl like you."

You scoffed. " Eddie Munson." You shook your head. " Always so charming."

He smiled. " You remember me too?"

You finally looked at him. " How could I forget a mop like that? I even remember when you grew it out. Glad to see you still can rock a mane."

Eddie felt heat rush to his cheeks. " Thanks. So uhh how's life in the limelight?"

You looked away and closed the van doors.

" It's been." You sighed. " Nuts. But the good kind."

He nodded.

" What about you guys? Did the band ever take off?"

Eddie looked at the ground and frowned. " Uhh, I'm still working on it."

There was a couple of seconds of silence when he felt your hand on his shoulder. He met your big beautiful eyes.

" Don't worry Munson. If you guys are still as good as I remember. It will definitely happen."

You dropped your hand and he felt the need to grab it.

" I uhh would love to stay and catch up, but I kinda have to do something."

" Not gonna stay and have a drink with me?"

" Yeah no. Sorry. But uhhh tell the guys I said hi."

" Sure."

He watched you walk to a car. 

" Hey Munson."

He smiled at you.

" Have fun with Delilah. She seems into you."

He nodded and stayed to see you drive away. For a moment there he forgot all about Delilah. For a second he wanted to spend some time with you.

…

Eddie was holding up the very drunk Delilah as he fumbled around with her keys. When he finally got the door open to the loft he helped her in.

Out of nowhere you turned on a light, holding a bat. 

" Jesus H Christ! Munson you scared the shit out of me!"

" Woah woah woah. Don't swing."

You put down the bat and went to help him.

" Common, let's lay her down." You said getting on the other side of her.

After you guys got Delilah into bed you turned her to her side and brought a pot for her. 

Eddie followed you back out into the living room. 

" You want some tea?" You asked

" Uhhh tea sounds good. But don't you want to go to bed?"

You shook your head and started boiling water.

" I don't sleep much. Can't really."

Eddie sat at the counter. 

" Oh. Me too. I'm usually up all night."

" Same."

" So uhhh Delilah went overboard huh?"

He started drumming his finger on his thigh. " A little. "

" Yeah. She gets carried away sometimes after a show….thanks for bringing her home. Most guys just get what they want and leave her to call me to come get her."

"It wasn't a big deal. I just wanted to make sure she got home safe."

You smiled at him.

" Good ol' Eddie. Always coming to the rescue."

He laughed.a little watching you poured hot water in 2 mugs and seeped 2 tea bags before giving him one. You walked around the counter and headed for the couch. With Eddie following in suit.

You blew on your tea. The way your lips pressed while you did that gave him a chill up his spine.

" Remember when that dick Carver pulled down my pants? You had taken off your vest and jacket and both you and Gareth covered me while I fixed myself."

" Yeah….I'm sorry that happened. Jason was always a dick."

You let out a small laugh. " You can say that again."

" Jason Carver is a dick."

You laughed a little louder this time. Making Eddie grin.

" Well hey at least we never have to see him again. Dude, I was so happy to get the hell out of Hawkins."

" Right?!" Eddie agreed. Making you laugh again.

" Hey, did you graduate after all?"

Eddie sighed and nodded. Taking a sip of his tea before placing the mug on the coffee table.

" I did. Uhh the year after you did."

" Haha let's gooo. Up top."

Eddie chuckled as he gave you a high five. 

" Yeah I had to get the hell out of there too."

" And look at you now. In the big apple, working on becoming a famous musician."

He laughed again. " I can say the same thing about you. Except you made it."

You shrugged. " Ehhh. Almost. Working on a new deal right now."

" Really? That's cool."

You smiled at your cup. " Yeah…. So speaking of making it. If one would want to see you and the guys play. Where would one find you?"

Eddie looked away from you. Before he was pissed that you took their spot. But now that he knew it was you he was actually happy that you did.

" Uhh we usually play at the club on Fridays."

When you gasped Eddie looked back at you. 

"M-Munson, I'm-I'm so sorry. If I would have known I would have never asked to play tonight."

He shook his head. "No, don't worry about it."

"No, that wasn't cool. It's just that's where we were discovered. And I thought-"

" It's fine pretty girl. I'm actually happy you did."

" You are?"

He grinned at you. " Yeah. I got a chance to talk to you."

Your gaze went back to your mug. Eddie smiled to himself when he saw you blush. 

" So uhhh this might be random but do you have a boyfriend pretty girl?"

Eddie furrowed his brow when you started to laugh.

"Oh please. I don't have time for one. With everything going on with the band and with me. I just don't see the point."

" What do you mean 'with you'?"

You shifted a little and you looked a little uncomfortable at his question.

" I-i ummm I have CKD."

Eddie tilted his head when you looked at him again.

" It's Chronic Kidney Disease. That means I have to get dialysis. That's why I couldn't stay tonight. I had to go get my hours in."

" Hours?"

You sighed. " Yeah. I have to do it for 4 hours, 3 times a week."

" Geez! That's insane."

You gave him a thin lip smile. " Yup. So doing that plus being in a band kinda gives me no time to be with anyone…not like I want to."

"Why not?"

You laughed a little. " Well no one wants to stick around, worried about if I'm gonna die today or tomorrow. Besides the only guys who say they're interested in me. Normally just say they are to get to Delilah."

Eddie sat up straight and turned his body towards you. 

"Wait! What? It's not curable?"

And what the hell is wrong with those jerks? You're just as pretty. He thought.

You mimic his actions.

" So basically, my kidneys are gonna go. My only hope is that I get a transplant. But I'm at the bottom of the list."

" You can have mine."

You laughed and shook your head. " Thanks. But you're gonna need those."

Eddie smiled. He liked hearing you laugh. 

" So how long do you have?"

You leaned back on the arm rest and sat cross legged. You looked back down at your mug rubbing the rim with your thumb.

" Who knows. The doctors say on dialysis it can be anywhere from 5 to 10 years." You took a sharp inhale. " And I'm going on 5 now."

Eddie reached over and put his hand on your knee. You smiled again and he felt the ping again.

" Everything is going to be fine, pretty girl. You'll get your kidneys."

You cleared your throat and moved to put your cup next to his on the coffee table. Causing him to retract his hand.

" Enough with the morbid stuff Munson. So tell me." You looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours. " Do you still play Dungeons and Dragons?"

He tugged at his bottom lip to stop the huge smile he would have on. 

You remembered that too.

You guys talked and talked. Eddie was surprised how easy it was to have a conversation with you. The few hours he had with Delilah all they did was drink and make out. With her playing her guitar sometimes when she got bored. Then she would take a shot and make out with him again. This however was nice. He liked how funny you were. Your smile was beautiful and your laugh was adorable. He secretly wanted to spend the night with you instead of Delilah. Sure she was sexy as hell and a good kisser. But it was like she was empty headed or something. Other than liking metal music and being in a band, they had nothing in common. You however, knew him. Or of him. Knew his likes and dislikes. Knew about all the shit he went through. And he liked that. He liked not having to explain all that to people. He definitely liked that you didn't bring it up either. As the conversation flowed like a river it was suddenly interrupted by Delilah. 

" God you guys are still up?!" She said sitting on the armrest next to Eddie.

" Feeling better bud?" You asked. 

Eddie turned his body back towards the coffee table and Delilah slid into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck.

" Oh yeah. Much better." She said, kissing his cheek.

He honestly felt uncomfortable. He felt like he was being rude. 

" Thank you guys for taking care of me. Especially you handsome."

Eddie nervously laughed. " Uhh it was-"

He was cut off by a kiss. He barely kissed back before Delilah started kissing his jaw down to his neck. He looked over to where you were but you weren't there. He cranked his neck and caught your eye before you disappeared down the hall. There was that sadness again. It was quick but he saw it. And he didn't know if it was because the conversation was interrupted or that he hurt your feelings. Either way he felt bad. Next thing he knew, he was in Delilah's room getting a decent blowjob. He knew it was wrong because he and Delilah were hooking up. But all he could do was picture your lips kissing him. That it was your eyes looking at him while you were blowing him. 

Shit this isn't good.

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When you saw Eddie you instantly felt all those feelings you once felt for him come back. They hit you like a truck. For as long as you could remember you've had it bad for the guy. But you had convinced yourself it was just a silly crush. Then when he and Gareth helped you that one time, you knew what you felt for Eddie was more than a crush. He didn't even have a second thought before he was right there. Telling you that everything was okay. Time went on and you never said a word about it. Not that you didn't want to. It just never seemed right. And after graduation you honestly thought you would never see him again. So what were the chances you would see him? In New York. At the very place you got your big break. Unfortunately for you, you saw Delilah giving him the fuck me eyes. And you knew once your best friend set her sights on someone. They were gonna come home with her.  So yet again another chance gone. Imagine your surprise when you got a few minutes with him before you left the club. Not only did he remember you, he called you pretty. He gave you butterflies. He always did. Even if he never paid you no mind. Then the thought of Delilah inviting him backstage made its way to the front of your mind. Of course. She got to him first. Then he showed up to your place and was being the perfect gentleman. Only reminding you of what an amazing guy he was. Reminding you of who he always was.  So sure you were jealous he came home with Delilah. You knew how she was. She would hook up with a guy once then move on to the next. And once she did that, why on god's green earth would Eddie want you after. He was going to be heartbroken and probably hate you. Or bug you to talk to Delilah until you had to completely ignore him. That was the inevitable conclusion. You didn't like it. But he picked her and not you. However you could have not been more wrong. After that night you saw Eddie more and more. Since you guys were finally home, the late night talks became sort of a habit when he came over after work. It was weird to say the least. It was like you were in the relationship too. But you didn't get the fun part. You got the 'get to know you better' part. The emotional part of it. Not that you would complain. Eddie was interesting. In every way. You remembered him being so theatrical in school. Somehow he became even more so. One day while Delilah worked on a modeling gig, he offered to give you company during a treatment. You were apprehensive at first, not wanting him to see you all hook up. But he insisted. When Eddie sat there watching the nurse hook you up, all he could think about was how badly he wished he could give you one of his kidneys. He caught that sadness in your eyes again. Would it be so wrong of him to hold you for the entire 4 hours? 

Yes. You have a girlfriend. 

To be honest the only reason he even started going out with Delilah, was so that he could spend time with you. It was wrong. He knew that. And he wanted things to be different. But he fucked up. Now he had to live with having feelings…real feelings for you but be with your best friend. Throughout the 4 hours he tried to distract you. Then you started to get sick. All he could do was rub your back when you started throwing up. After, you were so tired that he helped you into bed and sat with you while you slept. 

I really want to hold you, pretty girl.

Sometime while he sat there scrolling on his phone. He fell asleep. He heard his phone chime and when he opened his eyes he saw that you were snuggled up against him while he held you. 

Shit. 

This felt good. You in his arms felt way too good. Almost as if you were made to fit perfectly. Your soft warm body and the smell of your shampoo had him climbing the walls. He had to get out of there. He needed to rub one out before you woke up. He kissed the top of your head and slid out of bed. Quietly tiptoeing to the bathroom. He locked the door and decided to just shower. Once he got in he grabbed his length and slowly stroked himself. He sighed your name and let his head fall back. With water cascading down his chest he imagined your hands touching him. Caressing his arms and his chest. He pictured your lips on his neck. He bet that they would be the softest. He cupped his balls and rolled one between his thumb and index finger. Moaning softly as he pumped faster. 

Fuck y/n. I want you so bad.

He hung his head and put his hand on the shower wall as he fucked into his hand. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Y/n baby… fuck!

Eddie panted as his load shot out and coated your body scrubber. 

"Shit!" He half yelled, half whispered.

When he was done he washed off your scrubber and washed up. When he finally got out he went to Delilah's room and put on some clean clothes. Hearing some clattering in the kitchen. Once he was dressed he went to see what you were doing. 

" Hey. How you feelin' pretty girl?"

You looked up from the cutting board and smiled a sweet little smile.

" I'm okay. Always get a little tired after…nothing a power nap can't fix."

Eddie walked around the counter into the kitchen.

" Good. So what're we making?" He said, washing his hands.

" I'm in the mood for spaghetti. But, I have to warn you. I put veggies in it."

Eddie stood next to you as he dried his hands.

" Uhh like mushrooms?"

You nodded. " Yes that and carrots, celery, onion, garlic, and zucchini."

He gave you a sour face. " Who the hell eats spaghetti like that? What's wrong with just noodles, meat and sauce?"

You shifted a little and quickly glanced at him. He caught it again. That stupid fucking sadness. He wanted to tell you to stop it. Because it hurt his heart seeing it. He wanted to kiss it away. But he didn't.

" Well umm I do. When my dad left my mom she had a hard time making money. I ummm I had a small garden in our backyard that I started in like 6th grade. Remember when we had to sprout a bean in Mr Anderson's science class?"

Eddie nodded and watched you chop carrots. 

" Well that's when I had the idea to start growing stuff. It started with super easy stuff like tomatoes and peppers. Then when I knew what I was doing, I started growing all this stuff." You pointed at the bags of veggies. " Uhh can you put water in the pot and start boiling it please?"

" Sure I'm here to help."

" Thanks"

" No problem, pretty girl. Okay so go on."

You nodded. " Okay so my mom could only afford the noodles. Meat was a luxury." 

Eddie looked over his shoulder and saw your body tense. Like you didn't want to say that. 

" But I digress. So one day I just put all of my harvest into one pot. Made my own sauce and added noodles… let me tell you Munson. We ate like royalty that night."

" So you still eat it like that?" He turned on the stove and put the water on. Adding salt and olive oil to the water. 

"I do. It's nostalgic, you know. Honestly. It's really good. And I put meat in it now."

" Hmmm. I don't know…." 

You laughed playfully pushing him. " Want to brown the meat for me?"

Eddie smiled. " Sure can."

You guys talked a little more. Eddie admitted that he didn't have a lot of money growing up too. That's why he sold drugs in highschool. He had just started talking about his uncle working overtime at the plant, when Delilah walked in.

" Ugh I'm so tired." She said throwing herself on the couch."

You looked at Eddie when she didn't greet him. A little annoyed you rolled your eyes 

" Hi Delilah. Oh hi Eddie. Missed you today." You said sarcastically.

Eddie looked at you and you were narrowing your eyes at her. 

" Right." Delilah got up and went to him. " I'm sorry babe. How was your day?"

He glanced over to you but you didn't look away from your chopping. " It uhh was good. Took the best nap."

He heard the chopping stop for a second before Delilah claimed his lips.

" Mmmm a nap sounds nice…common babe. Come rub my feet."

" Uhhh. But I'm helping with dinner. Can I do it later?"

Delilah pouted. " Please babe. My feet really hurt."

Eddie then felt your soft hand in his taking the spoon away from him. 

" Go ahead, I got this." You said just above a whisper.

" See babe she's got it. Let's go." 

Delilah grabbed his hand and started pulling him.

" Are you sure pretty girl?"

Still not looking at him you flicked your wrist and went on to brown the meat. As soon as you heard the door close you let out a deep sigh. You knew what Delilah meant when she asked for foot rub. It was code for sex. Oral sex that is. Your heart hurts knowing that. Not wanting to hear them you went and grabbed your earphones and opened up Spotify. Playing the album Eddie sent to you of his band. While you worked on dinner you allowed yourself to shed a few tears. Crying for your past and for a relationship that would never be. Why did it hurt so much seeing them together? Out of all the guys Delilah could be "dated" why did she have to pick him? And why were you so damn jealous of her? Once everything was done you made 3 plates. One for each of you. But Eddie's was different. You ended up putting aside some meat so that you could make his plate the way he liked it. After you grabbed your food and drink. Heading to your room. Eddie thought he would be used to Delilah by now. But every time he was with her it felt awkward. She was outrageously loud and she tasted weird. Not bad or anything. Just different. It was a little hard for him to get…well hard. Until he thought about you. Then he was good to go. Still knowing it put him in the asshole category. He just couldn't do it now without thinking about you. When Delilah fell asleep he went out to the kitchen to see if you were still cooking. But everything was cleaned up and he saw a posted note on one of the foil covered plates. 

" The Munson special."

He grinned, pulling back the foil. 

You didn't have to do that pretty girl. I would have eaten your way.

Eddie then heard you laugh. He grabbed his plate and went to see what you were laughing about.

" Hey. Can I eat with you?" He asked after you said the door was open.

" Umm yeah. I'm just watching That 70's Show."

He sat next to you and smiled. " Oh man, I love that show."

You smiled back. " Me too."

Eddie laughed. " Kelso is such a dumb ass."

" Yeah but man is he funny. I love how dramatic he says 'Burn!'."

" Right. So funny."

You returned your attention to the screen and noticed Eddie wasn't eating out the corner of your eye. You paused the show.

" What's wrong? Did I add too much salt?"

He looked at your plate then to you. " Uhh no.  I wanted to try yours."

" Oh- okay. I thought you didn't like veggies."

" I don't. But you didn't have to go out of your way to make me my own. I would have just picked them out."

" Honestly, it wasn't a problem. But you really should try it my way. I promise it's good."

Eddie sat up straight and sucked the pasta sauce off his fork and was about to grab some of yours.

" Ewww. " You said moving your plate away. " Don't spread your germies over here."

Eddie chuckled. So damn cute pretty girl 

"Here I'll pour a little on your plate." 

You did so and Eddie grinned at you. 

" Here goes nothing." He said before bringing his fork to his mouth.

You were staring at him and frowned when he made a face.

You looked away and started to pick at your plate. Eddie nudged you.

" Holy crap….okay we're switching."

You looked up and he gave you the biggest smile he could. "Man, that's really good. Common give it here."

He reached for your plate but you pulled away again. 

" Oh no way. This is mine. You eat yours." You giggled.

Eddie gave you a pout and sat back" Aww common pretty girl. Sharing is caring." 

" Damn Munson." You grinned. "Do you know how hard it is to say no with those pretty brown eyes of yours staring at me like that?"

He then stuck out his bottom lip. 

" Ugh! No Munson. We're not switching….but give me your plate."

Eddie watched you mix his and your pastas together then put his plate on the bedside table.

" What about germies?" He grinned

" Ehhh it's whatever. If I die. Welp, it's okay. I'm ready to go home."

" Shut up."

" Geez I'm joking… let's eat before it gets cold."

Eddie nodded. He saw you lift the fork to your mouth while you played the show again. That's when he saw a band aid wrapped around your index finger.

"Hey what happened?" He pointed at your finger 

"Oh…I'm clumsy. Cut my finger chopping onions."

" Is it bad?"

You shook your head lifting your finger so you could eye it.

"Oh yes Munson. I died. I saw my guts and I died of shock."

" Ahhh noooooo. You can't die. " He chuckled, grabbing your hand. " I won't let you die"

He then gave your finger a kiss. 

" There pretty girl. I saved you."

You giggled. " Gee thanks Munson. I feel much better now."

" Yup." He sighed. " Kisses make everything better."

He let go of your hand and you started picking at the plate again. " I wonder if they work for broken kidneys."

Eddie's smile faded. He wished they could. 

"Let's find out." He said getting to his knees and taking the plate off your lap. 

" W-what?"

He then pulled off the blanket and got between your legs.

" Uhhh Munson?"

He clapped his hands, rubbing them together and smiled. " Don't worry. This will only hurt a little bit."

He lifted your shirt a little. And placed two small kisses on either side of your plush belly.

He then pulled your shirt back and patted your tummy.

" Better?"

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing your butt off.

" What is it? Did it work?"

Small laughs escape as you covered your mouth. Eddie tilted his head and crossed his arms.

" I'm sorry. But umm… I think you kissed my pancreas and gallbladder."

He leaned his ass on his heels. " Shit. Where are they?"

You turned a little and pointed.

" Hmmm okay. Turn around and face the wall."

" Munson. It's fine. I was just joking."

" Hush. And turn please."

You gave him a look and he just shook his head, twirling a ringed finger.

After a second you gave in and turned.

This time when he kissed you. He ran his thumb over the spot first.

" Here?"

You looked over your shoulder and nodded. 

Eddie moved to lay on his side, lifting your shirt a little. 

Mmmm so warm.

His dick twitched in his sweats as his lips softly pressed a kiss on one side. He then dragged his lips over your lower back. He smiled when you jerked a little. While he kissed the other side your mouth parted and your eyes rolled back. His lips lingered there for a second then he gave you another kiss. This time his hand grabbed your hip. 

" Babe?"

He quickly sat up and you pulled your shirt down hearing Delilah call for him. You turned around cursing yourself for letting him do that.

" There you are. Scoot over." She said coming into the room with her plate.

You moved over expecting her to sit between you two but she pushed Eddie over so that she could get in on the other side.

" Ohhh I love that 70's show. Jackie is my favorite."

You and Eddie were quiet. No longer hungry you gave Eddie the plate of food and sat there feeling like a complete jerk. He elbowed your arm and offered up the food and you held your hand up shaking your head. Eddie felt like shit. He shouldn't have done that. Now it was nearly impossible to not want to touch you. To hold you and kiss you. He didn't even watch the show anymore. He kept sneaking glances at you to see if you were okay. Then Delilah tugged at his arm so he could put it around her shoulders as she snuggled closer to him. After she did that Eddie watched you get up and take the empty plates away. Delilah was there laughing and kissing his neck. Everything about her annoyed him. The way she slobbered while kissing him like that. Hated her laugh and how her boney body felt against him. Before he thought she was a good kisser up until he wished it was you who was kissing him. He started to knit pick all the things he didn't like about her. He had to be honest with himself. He wasn't into Delilah the way he was into you. The conversations you guys had. All the laughs and emotional moments shared. It was clear to Eddie how he felt for you. And a part of him felt like it was mutual. Why else would you let him that close? Why would you let him come to your appointment, when you liked to do that alone?  Why would you open up to him about your past? There had to be something there. He needed it to be. Because…he was falling in love with you.

When you went to the kitchen you rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. You sunk to the ground and leaned against the cabinets.

You are the fucking worst! She's your best friend.

While hanging your head you wiped your tears away. You could make up an excuse to explain why you let Eddie do that. You could claim it was an innocent kiss…or kisses. But to you, it was more than that. And the way he lingered there, giving you another kiss. It made you feel good. In your heart and between your legs. The whole day you've been fighting your feelings. Going round after round. Just barely winning. Until he kissed your finger. His beautiful full lips pressing a tender kiss on it made you want to grab his face and kiss the shit out of him. To finally tell him that you wanted him to be with you. But you couldn't. No matter how you felt for him. You had to bury it deep down and never let it see the light of day. You sniffled and heard footsteps down the hall. You quickly cleaned your face.

" Hey. What are you doing down there?" 

You glanced at him and looked back down.

" Uhh sorry. Was feeling a little dizzy." You lied.

Eddie sat next to you. " Then why are you crying?"

" I'm not crying."

He stood quiet. He saw what you looked like when you cried. And he couldn't stand it. But he wasn't going to push you to tell him what's wrong.

" I'm sorry. I-"  you sighed. " I umm I don't know what's wrong with me…it's like I hate that I'm sick. I hate that no one wants me because of it. That or because I'm big."

I want you pretty girl.

Eddie shook his head. " Sweetheart you're beautiful. And as for being sick. It's not that people don't want to be with you because of it. It's because you haven't found the right person who isn't scared."

Like me.

" Is it so wrong of me to want to feel like I want someone to care? To want someone to hold my hand when I'm scared. To stroke my hair when I feel like shit and tell me everything's gonna be okay. To be here for all the bad stuff as well as the good. I'm just…I'm just tired of feeling…alone."

" You're not alone, pretty girl…I'm here. And there's nothing wrong in wanting that stuff. I can give you all that…if you let me."

You looked at him and furrowed your brow.

" Munson, you don't know what comes with me." You looked away. " It's too much for a friend to do."

There was this long pause as Eddie shifted his body to face you. He grabbed your hand and caressed your cheek. 

No. You better not. You say to yourself.

" Y/n….I…."

Shit! Don't. You can't. You silently pleaded.

Eddie sighed. He was just gonna put it out there and see what happens.

" I don't want-"

You pulled your hand away and stood up. 

" It's getting late. I ummm I have something to do in the morning."

Eddie's heart just broke. 

As you started for Delilah's room you looked back at him.

" You guys can sleep on my bed tonight. "

Eddie stood up. " But-"

" Goodnight Eddie."

Once you were gone, he felt sick. His body was shaking and he felt like he was gonna throw up. He didn't want to go to Delilah. He wanted to be with you. So instead, he told Delilah that he had to go. He didn't give her a hug or a kiss. He just left.

…

Waking up in the morning you thought that last night had to be some fucked up dream. That it was your brain acting a fool. Until you realized you weren't in your bed. You got up and went to your room and saw that Delilah was by herself.You got dressed in a hurry and left. Hoping you wouldn't catch Eddie on the way out. You weren't lying when you said you had something to do. Sure it was perfect timing. You couldn't let him say what you thought he was gonna say. Even though it's what you wanted since you saw him again. But that is betrayal in the highest order. Breaking girl code was not an option. It doesn't matter if you two were supposed to be together. Which was doubtful. 

He didn't choose me. You kept repeating to yourself as you went to the record label.

The plan was, this coming Friday you were gonna have an A&R rep. check out Corroded Coffin. And if things went well. The guys would get signed to a label. That was the hope. You wanted to help. To give the guys a chance. You just needed what happened last night to not get in the way.

Eddie spent the morning in his bed. Maybe what he felt for you wasn't the same as how you felt. Your words rang in his ears.

' It's too much for a friend to do.'

Friend?

Is that what you thought of him? Was that all he would ever be? Sure he was with Delilah. But he decided he didn't want her. He should have never been with her to begin with. As the day went on all he wanted to do was talk to you. He missed you in ways he couldn't explain. Ways he was supposed to feel about his girlfriend. He couldn't handle the feelings that filled him. It was sadness he never felt before. It was a heartache that felt like his heart was falling. He decided to write. As tears fell from his eyes he sniffled and whimpered. He never felt like this for anyone. Even if he were to end things with Delilah, you wouldn't be with him. He knew that your loyalty to your friend was something you would not betray. No matter what, you were a good girl. And for once in his life he wished he was someone else. That he could go back to that night 3 months ago and leave with you. 

What we could have been, would have made the universe jealous. 

…

It was late into the evening when he finally couldn't take it anymore. He had to talk to you. He pulled out his phone and struggled with a greeting.

" Hey pretty girl. Still have some spaghetti left?"

He sighed and pressed send.

His phone chirped just a few seconds later.

" Sure do. 🙃"

He smiled. So you weren't freaking out about yesterday. 

Good.

" Mmm. Have a hankering for the veggies. 😬"

" Liar. 🤥"

He laughed. " No lies precious. Not gonna let a guy starve are ya?"

He saw the little bubble pop up while you typed. But then it went away. He frowned for a second until the bubble came back up.

" Delilah isn't here." He read.

Sighing again he responded. " Oh…so I shouldn't come over and raid your fridge?"

" I mean. You can. I just don't want you to be bored or anything."

I could never be bored with you.

" How about I bring over my D&D stuff and you can help me write out a campaign?"

Please say yes. Please say yes. 

" Hmmm….depends."

Well… it wasn't a no.

" On?"

" If you show up with ice cream. 🤔"

He chuckled. " What kind do you want?"

" Don't judge??"

" If you say mint chocolate chip. I might have to rethink our friendship. 😖"

" 🥺🥺"

He grinned. " I'll be right over you psycho."

" Okay. See you soon. ☺️"

Eddie was so giddy. You made him feel like he was a teenager with a crush. But it was more than that wasn't it? 

When he got to your place you had already had plates warmed up and a notepad with pencil.

" Hey Munson." You greeted him at the door.

" Hey pretty girl. I got your abomination." He said holding up a grocery store bag.

You chuckled " Oh you're a saint Munson."

You took the bag and placed the ice cream in the freezer.

You guys sat and ate. Talking about the campaign. Eddie had never seen you so excited. The way your eyes lit up when you had an idea was everything. 

After a while you guys just sat there enjoying one another's company. You shifted a little and the look on your face worried him.

" You okay sweetheart."

" Mhmm." You winced trying to get into a comfortable position.

" What's wrong?" His voice and eyes filled with concern.

" Emmm it's nothing. Don't worry."

" Y/n?"

You looked at him and tried to smile. " It's okay. It just hurts sometimes."

" Do you have medicine for it?"

You nodded. " But I don't like taking it. Makes me all loopy."

" You should if you need it."

" Yeah. But I don't like it. And I can usually handle it."

Eddie nodded then had a thought. 

" Umm you know what can help with pain?"

" Hmm?" You said looking at your lap and tugging on your long sleeve.

" Some medical grade Mary Jane."

You looked up and scrunched your nose in a cute way, that he wanted to kiss it.

" I haven't smoked since high school."

Eddie then got up and grabbed his jacket. Pulling out a joint and a lighter. He then threw himself on the couch closer to you. 

" If you want. We can…. It will help." He said sheepishly.

" Ummm it's just weed right?"

He looked at you offended.

"Sweetheart, I would never give anyone a laced joint. That's not how I do things."

You gave him a questionable look.

" Tell you what. I'll smoke with you. I'll even take the first hit."

Eddie gave you a smile while you chewed on cheek.

" O-okay. But not too much."

Eddie got up and went to get a small dish for the ashes. When he sat back down he got even closer. He lit the end and put the lighter on the coffee table, leaning back into the couch. Legs spread wide that his knee was touching yours. Eddie felt your eyes on him as he leaned his head back and blew the smoke upwards. He then turned his head and smiled at you. You blushed and smiled too. He handed you the joint and you took a half hit before handing it back. Eddie took it and took one long drag before holding in the smoke and putting out the joint. He looked at you and lifted his hand and motioned you to come closer. You weren't even really thinking when you leaned forward. He grabbed your chin gently and you opened your mouth. He moved closer to you and stared at your gorgeous lips as he blew in the smoke. You sucked in his smoke and  leaned back out of his reach. Your breath was a little shaky as you blew out. He watched you and just smiled. You were honestly so pretty today.

" Can I uhhh ask you a question ?"

You leaned the side of your face on the back of the couch and nodded.

" If you could go back in time, to one day and relive a single moment. What would it be?"

You sat with your eyes closed, thinking. There were so many. But only one kept coming up.

" I think it would be the last good day I had with my mom."

Eddie looked at you and put a hand on your thigh.

" She was sick for a long time. And it was just before I moved here." You swallowed. " She was having a good day. One that came very rarely. I wanted to stay in Hawkins and take care of her. But she didn't want that account of me. She said ' baby girl, you need to live your life. You need to follow your dreams. And this place will only keep you from them. I'll be fine.' … That day I drove her out to Lovers Lake. We had a picnic and ate so many gummy bears I had gotten a stomach ache. But I didn't care. She was so happy that day. She was so full of life and she told me stories about her childhood and how she fell in love with my father."

You went quiet and Eddie moved as close as he could to you. Grabbing your legs and draping them over his thighs. He put an arm around your shoulders and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

" I uhh was on the road when I got the call. It was a year later…I hadn't seen her since I left. " Tears started to fall and you wiped them away quickly. " But yeah. I would like to relive that day. To tell her how much I loved her…I just want to talk to her again you know. To hear her laugh again."

Eddie held you a little tighter. 

" I hope I'm making her proud. Because everything I do…is for her."

He started rubbing his hand up and down your leg.

" She's proud pretty girl."

You sniffled and wiped your nose on your sleeve.

Clearing your throat you asked him the same question.

He felt your hand on his hip, slowly running your thumb over a small part of his tummy. 

Should I do this? After that?...Yeah, I have to. He thought.

" I uhh. I would have to say the night I saw you again."

You lifted your head and looked at him. Feeling a little fuzzy from the weed. 

Eddie met your eyes and wanted so badly to kiss you.

" Why do you want to relive that night? Did you have such a good time listening to my awesome songs?" 

Eddie chuckled. "Truthfully, I was pissed."

You furrowed your eyebrows. " What? Why?"

" Because you guys took our spot."

" Aww… I said-"

" But then I saw you. Well heard first then saw you."

You looked back and forth between his eyes.

" And?"

" I…I was thinking how great you were."

You smiled. " Thanks."

Eddie cleared his throat. " So the reason I want to relive that night was because I want to change it."

" W-what would you change?"

He paused for a moment. He had to do this.

" I would have asked to go with you."

You licked your lips and looked away.

" Why?"

He cupped your face making you look back at him.

" Because things would be different for us…I would be with you."

Eddie heard you suck in a breath and hold it. He started to feel the effects of the weed but tried not to let it cloud his judgment. He started to lean in. Going for a kiss but you put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. After you got up and went to put the dishes in the sink. 

" Y/n i-"

" No Eddie. This isn't okay."

He got up and went to you.

" Y/n please. I know you feel something for me too."

You took a step back and shook your head.

" This is a line that I won't cross. It doesn't matter if I have feelings for you or not."

Eddie took a step towards you. " I get that. I do. But I can't just sit here and ignore the fact that you're the one I want."

You shook your head again. " I don't want to hear that."

" Well you're gonna hear it." He said closing the distance. " Look, this is already hard for me. Being around you. Getting to know you. Seeing how incredible you are. You're beautiful and kind. You're talented and so damn funny. You're such an amazingly strong woman. Who has a great head on your shoulders. You and I have this connection…I felt it when you first locked eyes with me. Then I felt it again the second time. And I still feel it every time I see you."

He grabbed your hand and put it over his heart. 

" I felt it here…you hear me, sweetheart …you see me. You're interested in my life. You care about what I have to say. Even if it's some of the dumbest shit you've heard…I know this isn't the ideal situation and this is not how I wanted to do this. But you're the person I can't stop thinking about. You're the person I can't go a day without talking to. You're the person I can see a future with."

You shook your head and pulled away. Going back to the sink to wash dishes. You need to keep your hands busy. Give you a minute to go through what he just said. And the weed did not help you think clearly.

Eddie wanted to pull you away and just hug you. But instead he walked around the counter and sat down. Studying you. Trying to memorize how you acted when you were overwhelmed. 

" Y/n…I know this sounds bad considering the situation. But I want to be there for you. I want to be the one who holds your hand when things get tough. I want to be the one to hold your hair for you when you get sick…this is not just a friendship to me. You know more about me than my own girlfriend."

" That's just it Eddie. Your girlfriend." You shook your head. " You have a girlfriend."

His voice was defeated " I know. But I don't want her to be."

" Well she is. You made that choice. Now we both have to live with consequences."

Eddie was quiet again. He started drumming his fingers on his thigh. A habit you knew since high school meant he was nervous.

" What did you think would happen? Did you think you were gonna tell me this stuff and expect me to jump into your arms and tell you that I want you too?"

He bit his lip and looked away. " No….I just wanted to say how I feel."

" Well you said it. Now what? We go back to normal? For 3 months I have watched you kiss her. I've heard you two have sex. I've seen her hang on you and touch you…And did you ever think that maybe seeing that would hurt me? After all the talks, how close we got. Did you think that I might have feelings for you too? That I just let anyone get close. That seeing you and Delilah doing all the things we should be doing would break my heart?" You looked up from the sink at him. " Because let me tell you something. It did. More than you know…I have liked you for a long time. Way before you met Delilah. Before you helped me back in high school. I wanted you. But I can't have you. Even if you broke up with her. Even if she accepts us… Because of this…. How we acted towards each other. How could I ever trust you? I see what you do and say when you have a girlfriend. You would just treat me the same way. Once you get bored with the sex or whatever, you will find some other poor girl and break her heart too."

Eddie stood up and grabbed his jacket. " I'm not that guy. And it hurts that you think I would do anything like that…I wouldn't. Not to you. Did you hear anything I said? Not once did I mention sex…because that's not the only thing I want from you. With Delilah that's all it was. And it's not that I got bored with her. It's because she's not you. She doesn't look at me like you do. She doesn't care that she can go days without talking to me. To be honest I don't care either. Because I can't even go a few hours without talking to you…I know you think this isn't right. Shit I know it isn't. But I don't care because I'm in love with you. And I'm gonna be here for you if we're together or not. I'm gonna do everything I can to get you to see that I'm the guy for you. "

He went around the counter again and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. 

" Whatever I do from this point on is for you…goodnight pretty girl."

…

When Eddie left the first thing he did was call Delilah. But she didn't answer. He messaged her and asked for her to come over. However she never read the text. He was gonna do it. He was gonna tell her it was over. He was gonna be honest and tell her that he had feelings for you. But beg her not to be upset with you. It wasn't your fault. You cared about her and would never do anything to hurt her. So as he waited for her to get back to him, he went to work.

You didn't know what to do with yourself. Never did you think that he would actually say those things to you. You've wished for it and dreamt of it. But, this was not what you expected tonight. Tomorrow was going to be awkward. How were you gonna go to the club and sit there watching Eddie perform? Knowing that he loves you the way you love him. Still there was your best friend. She trusted you. And you being the shittiest friend, you stole her guy from right under her. Not that it was something you planned. But you should have never got close to him to begin with. 

As you tortured yourself for the rest of the night you finally went to bed. Tossing and turning. When you fell asleep, you were woken up by moaning. 

Tears filled your eyes as you got up. 

How could you have sex with her when you just-

All of a sudden you heard Delilah say a name that was most definitely not Eddie. You opened your door and silently as possible walked towards the living room. Peaking around the corner you saw Delilah on her hands and knees with this very muscular dirty blonde guy. He was taking her from behind. You covered your mouth and went back to your room. 

" What the fuck Delilah?!" You said to yourself. " What about Eddie?"

You looked at your phone and it was 1 in the morning.

Eddie should still be at work.

You opened your messages and texted him.

" Munson, have you talked to Delilah?"

Eddie looked at his phone immediately. Quickly texting you back.

" No. Haven't talked to her all day. But I plan on it when I get off. Is she home?"

Fuck! 

" No, not yet. I think she's doing an all nighter."

Eddie rolled his eyes. She has been doing that a lot lately.

" Okay. Well, will you please let me know when she comes? We need to have a talk."

You wanted to see him. You wanted to tell him what you just saw. But you couldn't. She was your friend and you couldn't snitch on her.

" Yeah I will."

Eddie got back to you a few minutes later.

" Sweetheart, I'm gonna make things right. I love you."

You didn't message him back. All you did was sit there and played music until you heard Delilah escort the guy out. You got up so fast you almost fell. You stood in the hallway and waited until she locked the door.

" SERIOUSLY DELILAH?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

She jumped and turned around. " Holy shit! I didn't know you were home."

" Uhh yeah! Seriously who the fuck was that?!"

" O-oh umm haha he's just a guy I work with." She said moving to the couch.

" Delilah!"

" What?! He's hot. Of course I had to hit that."

" And Eddie?"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. " Please. What about him? He's a loser."

Your eyes widened and you clenched your fist.

" If you thought that, why are you dating him?"

She shrugged. " I was bored and he was nice to me."

You could punch her. God you wanted to.

" You were bored?"

She looked at you and narrowed her eyes.

" Yes I was bored. And he's cute. But he's going nowhere and his band sucks."

You were breathing hard now. Trying to calm down enough to not knock her into the next life.

" They don't suck Delilah. Eddie is doing everything he can to make it."

She laughed. " Oh please. The guy's a bum. All he does is come to fuck me and talk about you…I actually think he has a crush on you…isn't that ridiculous? Like you would ever."

" He-he talks to you about me?"

She rolled her eyes again. " Yeah. He always asks if you're okay. Or whenever we do something together. He says to ask if you want to come. Honestly it's annoying."

You un-clench your fist and took a deep breath.

" Delilah…i-"

She smiled menacingly at you. " Did you fuck him?"

" What?! No!"

" But you want to?"

You shook your head. " No-"

" Don't lie." She said getting up, and getting in your face. " I see how you look at him. How you're always so close to him."

" N-no. That's not-"

She pushed you. " You're my friend. How could you like my boyfriend?"

You pushed her right back.

" I don't like Eddie…I love him! Always have. But I pushed how I felt for him away. So that you could be happy. But then you pull some shit like this! Calling him a loser.  How could you do that? If you don't want him, let someone else love him the way he deserves."

She took a step back. " You love him?"

"I… I'm sorry."

Delilah looked completely betrayed. " Well it doesn't matter because he's with me. He chose me not you. He came backstage for me and he was the one who asked me out." 

God you wanted to tell her what Eddie said to you. But it was true. He did all those things for her.

You swallowed. " You're right. He did pick you. So at least you could answer him back. He's been trying to talk to you all day. He doesn't deserve you ghosting him or cheating on him."

She scoffed." I'm gonna do what I want. He's my boyfriend. And as far as I know he still is. So back off! If you say anything to him. I'll leave the band."

You stood there watching her walk away. All you wanted to do was cry and see Eddie. When did your best friend get like this? She used to be so nice.

…

Eddie was cleaning the bar after the last call. He was stacking chairs when he heard the front door bell. 

" We're closed." He said rather loudly.

" I know. "

Eddie looked up and saw you standing there in your pajamas, robe and slippers 

" Hey. What's going on?" He asked, jogging the few feet to you. Cupping your face and checking you over. " Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

You were sad. He could see that. 

" No. I'm okay. Well as okay as I can be."

" Sweetheart, it's late. What are you doing here? In your pajamas."

You looked down. " I…I needed to see you."

He nodded " Okay. Umm let me finish up and we can talk."

Eddie led you to the bar and pulled out a stool for you.

" Do you want some water or something to snack on?"

" Water sounds good."

He nodded again and grabbed you a glass. After he hurried to finish up.

" Okay pretty girl.  What's going on?"

" I need to ask you something."

 He grabbed your hand. " Anything. You can ask me anything."

You looked him in the eyes. " Why did you ask Delilah to be your girlfriend if you felt something for me?"

Eddie moved closer to you and put a hand on the small of your back.

" It's stupid. I know that. But it was the only way I could think of to spend time with you. "

" You should have just told me from the start. We're not kids. I don't play games. I don't have time for it. And my time means a lot to me, because I don't know how much I have. None of us do." You were quiet for a second before you continued. " I just told my best friend that I love you."

Eddie's heart started to race. He started getting nervous. But in a good way. 

" Y-you do?" He asked.

" I do. I'm in love with you too. But…"

He shook his head. " No. No buts. That's all I need to know."

"Munson i-"

" Sweetheart, I don't want to hear you say that we can't do this. That you won't because of Delilah. She's not your problem. She's mine. "

You looked at your glass of water. " Can I stay the night with you?"

He smiled a little" Y-yeah. Common."

The whole ride to his place was quiet. You didn't say anything. It was like you were trying to convince yourself of something.

Eddie opened the door to his apartment and led you to his room.

" The uhh guys are at their girlfriends places"

You nodded and looked around his room, while he cleaned up a bit. You saw pictures of his old friends from Hellfire and admired his collection of tapes and CDs. He had an array of VHS tapes that surprised you. 

Finally your eyes settled on his high school diploma. Just seeing it, you were so proud of him. 

" I'm sorry. I didn't think I would have anyone over." He said, grabbing the empty beer cans on the dresser.

You grabbed his arm gently.

" Munson stop. You don't need to do this."

" I-I'm just a little embarrassed."

" Don't be."

The look in your eye made him relax. He nodded and went to sit on the edge of the bed. You took a second before sitting with him. 

" I don't want to do anything tonight. I just want to be near you."

" That's more than fine. Even if you did, I couldn't. Not until I talk to Delilah."

You nodded, kicked off your slippers and crawled into his bed.

Eddie smiled seeing you all snuggled up with one of his pillows. He changed real fast and got in too. 

" Goodnight Munson. I…I love you."

He looked at the back of your head and leaned in to hug you.

" Goodnight pretty girl. I love you too."

…

The next day Eddie woke up with you in his arms. This was the first time in a very long time that he slept comfortably . Last night was a night of many firsts for him. It was the first time a girl said that she loved him. It was the first time he brought a girl back to his place and it was definitely new to sleep with one without actually sleeping with them. In all his 24 years of life he never thought this would happen. He was more than smitten. More than happy. It felt like he waited a lifetime for you. All he had to do now was deal with Delilah. He gave you a squeeze before getting out of bed and getting dressed. He took one last look at you before taking off.

When you woke up you were scared for a second. You looked at your phone and it was 2 in the afternoon. You closed your eyes and hugged Eddie's pillow. Breathing in his smoke and body wash. 

You moaned softly, burying your face.

Eddie chuckled seeing you like that. It was the damn cutest.

" Hey pretty girl."

You looked up with wide eyes. Like you were just caught doing something bad.

" Uhh h-hi…sorry… your bed is really comfy."

He smiled at you and liked seeing you in his bed. 

" I brought you some clothes."

He moved from the door and sat next to you. Handing your backpack over.

" You went to my place?" You asked, digging through the clothes. 

" I went to talk to Delilah."

You gulped and looked at him.

" She's pissed…thought you told me she cheated…you umm saw them?"

You looked at your pack and nodded.

Eddie put a hand in the middle of your back. " I'm sorry you had to see that sweetheart."

" Y-you're not mad?"

"At you or Delilah?"

" Both I guess."

" Mad at Delilah for being an asshole to you. Not mad at you. I know you couldn't tell me."

" I wanted to."

" I know. But she's still your friend."

" Y-yeah…umm how did you find out she cheated?"

Eddie laid down and held out his arms for you. You smiled a little at him and cuddled.

" She's been texting guys for a while. Sometimes when she comes from work she smells like guys cologne."

You furrowed your brow and looked up. 

" So you knew she was with other dudes and you still had sex with her?"

He sighed. " Well no. The last time we actually had sex was 3 ish weeks ago. It's just been oral lately."

Eddie felt your body tense up as your eyes focused somewhere else.

" I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

" It's…it's fine. So are you guys over?"

" Yeah."

You nodded and started caressing his side.

" Is she-"

" No. I told her it was my fault all of this happened. She seemed to believe me after she threw a water bottle at my head."

" She didn't."

" Well she threw a lot of stuff. But it was the bottle that got me."

" I'm sorry."

He hugged you tighter. " I would take a million water bottles to the head, for you."

Your soft giggle made his heart full.

" Always had a thing for the dramatics huh?"

He grinned. " Guess so."

You were quiet for a second before clearing your throat.

" Does she know I'm here?"

" Uhhh yeah…so she's a little pissed at that. So I figured I would grab a few days worth of clothes. Just in case."

" I can stay somewhere else."

"If you want to, you can. But sweetheart I'm gonna be honest with you…I would love it if you stayed with me."

Silence fell again. Before Eddie knew it he heard your soft snores. He smiled to himself.

Guess that's a yes.

…

The night started off good. You and Eddie went to the club. You looked more tired than usual but you were smiling and that's all he cared about. The band was on their third song when Eddie noticed a guy approaching the table where you were. Jealousy filled him seeing the guy give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You must have known him since he got that close so fast. It took Eddie weeks to get like that. Either way, he was upset. Well that was until he caught your eye. And for the first time since he's known you. You didn't have that hint of sadness there. What he saw was joy and love. Your big beautiful eyes sparkled and he was memorized. The smile had distracted him, making him miss a note.

You noticed the mistake and looked away with a pretty smile. Eddie wanted to jump off the stage and kiss you. But he couldn't. Instead he played his heart out for you. And at the end of the set he joined you. You introduced him to Mark. To his surprise you had done something for him that no one had ever done before. You got him and the band an opportunity to have their music heard. That night when you went back to his place he thanked you for what you did. And for coming to see them. You were tired as usual and fell asleep before him. 

He stared at you for what seemed like hours. He was happy for the shot. But he worried that maybe you would think that he was using you and your connections. Not wanting that, he decided to do something he had never done before. He was going to introduce you to his uncle. 2 weeks went by and you found yourself in Hawkins again. It's been so long that you nearly forgot your home. Everything was so perfect. Meeting Eddie's family and friends meant more to you than you could explain. For the first time a guy thought you were important enough to meet the people he loved. Things with the relationship you had with Eddie went very slow. But career wise everything went by so fast. Corroded Coffin joined the new tour, opening up for you guys. Delilah quickly moved on to a new guy. And acted like you and Eddie didn't exist. Only when it came to performing was when she acknowledged your existence. After the argument she moved out and Eddie basically moved in.

A few months later while on the road you got really sick and had to be hospitalized. Eddie was there every day. Things weren't looking so good for you and he thought he was going to lose you before you guys even had a chance to be together for real. With everything going on in your lives it was hard to have the relationship. Especially you being in constant pain. So the day you got back to semi-normal you guys were in Colorado springs. It was a beautiful day. A little chilly for the spring but in a gorgeous place Eddie had a plan. He took you to lunch and afterwards you guys went on a scenic tour. You guys stopped to take in the view of the mountains and just sat in the grass. You had your head on his shoulder looking out. 

" It's beautiful here. It's so calm and the air smells so good."

Eddie smiled looking out too. The slight breeze blowing his curls back. " You know I like living in New York, but something about this place seems like a good place to settle down and have kids."

You let out a small nose laugh. " If only."

He rested his cheek on your head. " If only what?" 

You sighed. " I don't know. If we weren't in a band. And touring-"

"Marry me?"

You pulled away a little and looked into his eyes.

"W-what?"

He pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Showing you a beautiful engagement ring.

" Sweetheart, we wasted so much time already. I don't want to go another minute without you being mine forever. I know this isn't some grand proposal but I love you. And you would make me the happiest man in the world if you would be my wife."

You took a minute to think. Though you were in love with him, this was rather fast. And he didn't know what he was getting into.

" Eddie, we haven't even kissed. Or had sex."

" I know. But I want to do this right. I want you to be my wife before that. I want you to see that I love you no matter what."

He saw your lip trembling and your eyes filled with tears. And when you looked away from him, his heart broke. Then you asked him to kiss you.

" I know what I feel in my heart. But I would like you to kiss me. And if it feels like I know it should, I'll marry you."

Eddie stood up and helped you to your feet. He cupped your face and looked deeply into your big beautiful eyes. Tucking your hair behind your ears before leaning in. Everything stopped, and it was quiet. It was like the world just froze. Everything melted away and it was as if it was only you and him. He was floating. He felt everything all at once. And saw a flash of many, many more of these kisses. When the kiss broke your foreheads met. 

Eddie whispered. " Marry me, pretty girl?"

…

Eddie had 7 wonderful years with you until you passed. You guys got married 3 months after the proposal and about 6 months later you were pregnant with your first son. Then a year later another beautiful boy. As he got older he never remarried or even saw anyone. He felt as if he found his soulmate and he would never find that again. His son's grew up and got married and had kids of their own. Eddie was content with his life and his children. But he missed you every second of every day. He didn't know if you would be waiting for him on the other side or not. But he hoped you would.

He was 79 years old now and he knew the end was coming. He could feel it. So he wanted to see you. He went to your grave and sat with you.

" Hey pretty girl." He smiled at your little picture on the stone. " I miss you sweetheart."

He then proceeded to tell you what the boys were up to and told you about how much the grand kids look like you. He sat there for a while and put a hand on your stone. 

" I'm coming, sweetheart. "

Later that night Eddie closed his eyes for the last time. When he opened them he saw you standing in the small field in Colorado. Your hair was blowing in the wind and you were looking out to the mountains. He ran to you and pulled you into his arms. You laughed and the sound of it brought tears to his eyes. It was so long since he heard it. He felt so terrible when he forgot it. 

" Please tell me this is real." He said before kissing the top of your head.

" It better be." You giggled.

He leaned back to finally get a good look at you. You stared up at him with big eyes that he loved so much. No hint of sadness in sight and a breathtaking smile. You were glowing. Like you were never sick. You looked…beautiful. The most beautiful he had ever seen you. And not a day older since he lost you.

You beamed at him. " Hi baby."

He smiled and wiped his eyes. Giving you a soft kiss. After a moment you guys held one another. 

" Is this heaven?" He asked. " It must be since you're here."

You laughed again making his smile bigger.

" This is whatever you want it to be… We can stay here. Or we can go back... Change things."

" Change things?" He said tucking your hair behind your ear.

" You once told me if you could go back and relive a single moment, you would go back to the night we saw each other again. You said you would change what you did…if you want we can go back and do it differently."

"Would….would you still…"

You nodded. " I was always going to go. That we can't change."

Eddie tried to figure out your expression. He didn't know what you wanted.

" You're not gonna help me make this choice are you?"

You smiled and then gave him a kiss.

" Baby, you already know what you're gonna pick. You don't need my help with it."

Eddie thought for a second. " If we stay here?"

" Then we live happily ever after, in the place we choose to be together forever."

You looked out to the mountains then down to your wedding rings.

" What about our boys?" He asked.

You cupped his face and kissed him again. 

" They will come when it's their time. And not a second earlier. Then they will make their choice."

He nodded." What was your choice, pretty girl?"

You moved his bangs to see his eyes better. " To wait for you. So the next step I take is with you."

Eddie met your forehead with his. " I wanna stay."

You smiled sweetly. " Then we stay."

He kissed you deeply and turned to look at the mountains with you after. Holding you while you rested your head on his shoulder.

…

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I'm yours, all yours

Eddie Munson x Reader (bouncer x bartender, established relationship) 

October 1991

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since.

An autumn afternoon together shows you a little bit more of the man you’re falling in love with.

Word Count: 6.2K

Content / Warnings: Contains the main food groups - fluff, smut & hurt+comfort. Reader has some self doubt / anxious thoughts. This is 18+ - if you are not 18+ hit the back button and read something else. Oral (m receiving, minor f receiving), p-in-v sex. Feeeeelings. Eddie & Reader are mid twenties. Reader written as AFAB using fem pronouns.

This is best enjoyed after reading their origin story crazy-mad for you (part of the Happy Hours series)

Author’s note: I’m planning to follow CMFY with some one-shots from throughout Eddie & Bartender’s relationship. I have some loose ideas but this one came from a deleted scene I couldn’t squeeze into the main fic so reworked it! Beta’ed by @specialagentmonkey (theee best)  Thank you for the love on CMFY! Reading your replies and reblogs and tags made my shitty wee brighter. Hope you enjoy this cosy peek and have a gorgeous day 🖤

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since. Every moment your lips aren’t on each other is like a thousand paper-cuts to Eddie’s heart (so soft inside the facade of Mean Metalhead he has curated for himself). He makes you want to write his name next to yours in pink gel pen, framed with sparkly little hearts. 

Two months and counting with Eddie and you learn something new about him every day; he loves tattoos but needles make his stomach twist, he meets his friend Steve once a month for a dude-date breakfast (but sees as much as he can of him and his other friends when their schedules line up), he sings with his band but needs at least five drinks before karaoke.

When you ask questions, when you're curious, he tells his long and meandering stories with wandering tangents which tell you so much about the man you’re falling in love with. He opens up to you, tells you things very few people know - about his mom, how he ended up with his Uncle Wayne. It hasn’t been long, but you already can’t wait to meet him.

Two whole months (closer to three really) and you’re sure you don’t want to ever have a single day without Eddie in your life, and your bed. And yet you still haven’t asked the question that has been on your mind since before you two ever got together. 

It’s October now; Autumn is here and the city has turned chilly. Sweltering summer nights are no longer and you and Eddie have been spending afternoons and late nights when you’re not working watching your favourite horror films. When he had told you how much he loved Halloween - just as much as you, if not a wee bit more - you knew Eddie Munson was the one. 

It’s Friday, late afternoon and you had reluctantly spent the night in your own apartment. The shame radiating from the mountain of laundry in the corner of your room had become too powerful to ignore and so you had forgone a night of being held and loved-on to tackle it and the other life-admin you had been ignoring. Eddie had suggested staying at your place, but you knew he would distract you too much with his kisses and touches (which he doled out generously whenever you were near). 

You had missed your boyfriend terribly, almost like a missing limb or a gorgeous big parasite (affectionate) that you had grown more than fond of. Eddie had the night off work but still drove you to and from the bar, even stayed for a drink until Frank shooed him away for trying to distract you. You had missed him so much that you had kept him on the phone to talk a little longer when he got home before saying goodnight and promising you would see him before your shift together tomorrow. You had spent nights apart before, days and nights when you or Eddie had clashing schedules but you felt his absence more than ever today. 

Your laundry and errands had never been completed with such efficiency as when you had the motivation of seeing Eddie as soon as they were ticked off your to-do list. 

You arrived at his door and buzzed the intercom for his apartment, laden down with an overnight bag (over-weekend really) and Tupperware containers full of homemade soup and lasagna for before your shift at Jackie’s. Your cheeks are warm and you can feel heat prickling under your arms alongside the swelling of anticipation in your chest. Eddie buzzes you in and comes to meet you, a big grin on his face for his girl.

His hair is up in a messy bun, held in place by a black velvet scrunchie you insisted was his now. He looks cosy in sweats, a tank top and his red and black flannel which you know to be softer than soft. Eddie hadn’t even bothered with shoes, braving the stairs in his socks so that he could see you sooner. You match his smile when you catch sight of him; cosy Eddie is far from the leather-jacketed bouncer you had got to know.

When he sees how many bags you’re carrying, he rushes to lighten your load (doesn’t even skid on the tiles). 

“You walked here with all that?! I could’a picked you up!” he said, shouldering your overnight bag before blessing you with a kiss. 

“It’s like two blocks, not a marathon.” You roll your eyes at him but pout for another kiss anyway as he rings for the elevator. 

Eddie will never refuse you a kiss. He pecks little smooches to your smile as it grows wider. “I missed you last night.”

“I missed you too.” You nudge his cheek with your nose, pecking at it like a little bird as the lift arrives; you step in ahead of him, pressing the button for the third floor with your now free hand. 

He asks if you slept okay (not as well without him, but you don’t say that) and tells you about the bag of free bagels he scored as a thank you from the man who ran the deli a few doors down. The guy’s hand-truck had lost a wheel while he was taking in a delivery that morning and Eddie helped him out, fixed the wheel too. He knew how much you loved the bagels from there and it felt fateful that his reward was a bag of your favourite everything bagels.

“Neighbourhood hero,” you sing, following him into his one-bedroom flat. “Is there anything you can’t do?” 

“Trigonometry. French. Um… skateboarding!” he lists, as he drops your bag inside his bedroom door. “I fucking suck at skateboarding.”

The thought of Eddie on a skateboard makes you smile - definitely a little meanly, what a dork - but you store that one for later. 

The bag of Tupperware barely makes it to the kitchen counter before Eddie’s arms are around you,  pulling you back against his chest. His nose presses into the base of your neck, huffing hot breaths against your sweet-smelling skin before kissing up his well-worn path. 

“I really missed you,” he murmurs, hips nudging forward against your jean-clad behind for emphasis. 

“Missed me or missed getting your dick sucked?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. 

“Both. Mainly you.” His grin is impish as you turn to loop your arms around his neck, backed right up to the wiped-clean Formica. You let him lift you onto the counter so that he can stand between your spread knees. 

“I missed you and your dick, so we’re even. And we have the whole weekend together to get reacquainted, huh?” You twist a loose curl around your finger, tugging to watch it spring and coil.

Eddie feels like a swooning maiden when he’s the centre of your attention like this, being flirted with. He loves it and he knows he’s in love with you. He had fallen first, long before you had even realised your banter at work was more than just that. 

His fingers creep up your thighs, the silver glinting at you as you place your focus on making up for a night apart as you make out in his little kitchen. 

Eddie smells shower-fresh, clean with a hint of spice, and the curls at the base of his neck are still a little damp. He shivers, giggling against your mouth when you run your finger down his spine. “Your nails are tickly,” he says with a pretend scowl. 

You know he loves your nails on his back; when they’re digging in like claws to leave him littered with red scratches, and when they’re tickling up and down in soothing strokes as he’s falling asleep. 

He takes your hand and brings it around to see the fresh coat of deep red on your nails. “You painted them!” he says, his nose scrunches cutely when you poke it. 

“I did. The black was getting chipped and gross.” You brought the black polish anyway in case he wanted to try it out again, thrown somewhere in your make-up bag. 

Eddie rests his chin on your chest; your breasts have become his favourite place to lay his head, closely followed by the squishy pillow of your thigh (there’s a third-place tie between your tummy and your butt). You dot kisses to his forehead beneath the shaggy bangs, trailing up into his hair when he presses his face against your soft sweater.

“Eddie?”  “Hmm.” His voice is muffled.  “You hungry?”

His head turns so you can hear him more clearly, “Hungry for you.” 

Hopeful mischief twinkles in his hot-chocolate eyes when he peers up at you. 

“Horndog.” “Yes?”  “Gross boy.” “Unh, yes. Say more dirty things to me, baby.”

He has a look of hammed-up ecstasy on his face, scrunched brow and bitten lip. Even though you know he’s pretending, it makes the horny cavewoman part of your brain think about his face when he is actually deep inside you or desperate for your touch - it makes your tummy feel like lava. One night apart makes you realise just how bad you’ve got it for him. You shove at his head and Eddie leans back with a throaty giggle before squeezing your hips again. 

To balance out your playful push and satiate the need building in your gut, you pull him in for a kiss - open-mouthed with the dirty slide of tongue that sounds loud in your ears. Your legs wrap around him, arms tighten. 

“Carry me?” “Bed?” “Sofa, bed. Wherever.”  “Potato, tomato.” “Eddie.” 

He sweeps you off the counter - you’re still surprised and impressed at his strength until you remember him lifting the barrels and kegs at work. You reward him with distracting kisses as he carries you to the soft brown couch and smile up at him when he lays you down gently. He forgets about gentle as he removes his shirt and pounces on you, resuming your dirty kisses from the kitchen. 

Merlot-red nails push the hem of Eddie’s tank top up his pale back, slipping beneath to pull him tighter to you between your thighs. You can already feel him growing hard; you nip at his lower lip and kiss away the sting. 

“Sit up for a sec.” You tap his side but Eddie needs to kiss you just a little bit more before he can pull himself away. 

“Where you goin’?” he asks, a little breathless. Blown-black pupils eat up the brown warmth with his voracious want; he watches as you sit up on your knees and pull your cosy sweater off, then the white vest beneath, leaving you in your creamy silk bra and blue jeans. 

“Pretty,” Eddie whispers, his fingers brushing the little bow between your breasts. He was in awe of your little collection of bras, the matching underwear too. He even loved you in the cotton comfy pants that hugged just right when your cramps ached. 

“Sit back against that end. And take your pants off, handsome.” You smile when he stares at you, “Do you need help?” 

Eddie barely shakes his head as he wriggles out of his sweatpants and sits where you told him to. You balance each other out, taking turns to take the lead. You’re still learning, and despite Eddie’s non-academic tendencies, he’s studious and dedicated to learning what you like, where and how to touch you. You’re his favourite subject and he’s yours too.

You smile and knee-walk across the chasm between you, situating yourself between his legs to take his face in your hands and kiss him. He makes a small joyful noise when you begin to kiss down to his jaw and nuzzle at the dusting of stubble. 

“Smell good,” you murmur, teasing delicate skin with your teeth before bestowing him sucking a wet kiss, enough to leave just a hint of a bruise there. It makes Eddie groan quietly, a desperate little noise at the back of his throat. He’s louder when you slip your fingers down his chest and into the waistband of his black boxers - they have little skulls on them. 

“Cute,” you run your thumb over the elastic at the top as your knuckles brush his cock. Almost an echo of Eddie’s assessment of your bra moments ago. 

Hips push up, almost like an electric shock. There’s a tiny noise that you just about hear, deep back in his throat, a quiet grunt as Eddie covers your hand and shows you what he needs. His pretty lashes flutter as you look at each other, sparking fire in your gut again. You smile and move your hand away, halting his protest by pulling the black cotton down his thighs to drop them on the floor. 

You can feel saliva pooling under your tongue when you see him - you really did miss him, all of him, while you were apart. He’s thick and a few centimetres over average length; a nice dick (rare and wonderful) and he knows what to do with it to leave you brainless and whimpering. Eddie gets one more kiss before you make yourself comfy, lying on your tummy between his legs. Little kisses are peppered on his hairy thighs, over the black and shadow of ink, before you take him in your hand, then your mouth. 

Eddie is in awe of how pretty you look like this, how your lashes kiss your cheekbones and the stretch of your lips (he goes a little crazy if you’re wearing lipstick too, really gets him going). His breath comes hard through his nose as you tongue the head of him, press against the thick vein before taking as much as you can into your mouth. 

“Shit,” he growls, feeling your nails on his thigh as you begin to bob your head steadily. His hips and thighs tense and spread a little wider, needy, as he keeps himself in check. Your other hand holds the base of him, what you haven’t yet tried to fit into that pretty mouth. 

“Look at my girl, so gorgeous,” he murmurs, smiling when your lashes flutter. His girl. “So pretty.” 

You hum affirmative, taking more in when his head tips back to show off his pale throat and the little mark you left behind. His jaw tenses, twitches and you begin the slow bob of your head again. You look up past your lashes, watching his brow crease when you take him all the way. 

“Shit shit shit,” his voice is a breathy growl that bleeds into a louder moan when he sees you looking up at him - his devil woman. “You’re going to kill me someday with that mouth, huh?” he says. The shake in his voice betrays him as he tries to act a little smooth, a little more together as you’re taking him apart. 

You bob your head, imitating a nod, and bring your hand down to squeeze and roll his neglected balls for good measure. That makes him howl and he covers his face with his arm while you let that playful hand take over so you can catch your breath. 

“Y’okay?” you ask, resting your cheek against his thigh as you move your hand a little faster. 

“Mhmm, peachy,” he replies, eyes a little wild. You love the pink blush on his usually pale cheeks, love knowing that he’s like this because of you. 

Eddie strokes your cheek as you take the head of him back between your lips, a tender little caress of his thumb that makes you close your eyes and lean in. You feel hot and slick between your legs, push your hips to the sofa cushion just a little to temper the ache. 

He catches the little motion and his jaw drops a little - it clears his head just a little, zeroing in on you through his haze of arousal. “Oh my girl feelin’ needy too?” he asks, thumb pushing gently against your cheek.

You move your mouth off of him and nod, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Told’ju I missed you.” 

Eddie’s grin can’t be contained. “C’mere then.” His hands run over your back, coaxing you into his lap. 

Once you have rid yourself of your jeans and underwear you take up your throne on Eddie’s thighs. Your appetite for each other meant that he had started storing condoms in practically every room - there's a fresh box on the coffee table, bought that morning after he saw how low the reserves were. 

Your arms wind around his neck, pressing yourself against Eddie as he kisses you again. Fingers drift between your legs, feeling just how slick you are for him - a combination of missing him and seeing the effect of your mouth on his face. You feel his smile against your mouth as you seek a deeper dirtier kiss, sucking that plump lower lip between your own. 

One guitar-string scarred finger is joined by a second, rubbing slow firm circles that make you moan into his mouth. They press inside and his thumb takes up that slow wet rub, pulling more little needy noises from your lips as you take him back into your hand.

Hands and wrists cramp easily at this angle and you take a moment to pull back, biting your kiss-bruised lip before turning around on your hands and knees to present yourself to Eddie. Peeking over your shoulder with a cheeky smile, you see how his eyes blaze before grabbing for the box of Durex. You hide your grin against your arm when you hear him swearing at the plastic wrapping, calling the box ‘a fuckin’ shitbag’ when his nails struggled for purchase against it. There’s a tiny ‘yes!’ when he finally breaks in and you laugh quietly at you listen to the familiar tear-open of foil. 

On his knees, he bends to kiss the rounds of your ass, then dips lower to taste you just once. “Fuckin’ so sweet,” he murmurs, wishing he had the willpower to not follow his dick that afternoon and dive into you instead - but there’s always later. 

You gasp-giggle at the feeling of his tongue and rock back when you see him line himself up. “Please?” Your lips push into a playful pout, “Show me how much you missed me?” You love winding him up like this.

One side of his mouth curves up as he holds your hip, rubs the head against you to play you at your own game before pushing all the way in. Your jaw drops open, feeling full as Eddie rocks his hips minutely. You can feel him pushed right up against you inside and out, his thighs against the back of yours before he begins a deep dragging thrust.

“Shit, you feel good,” he murmurs, stroking your hip lovingly. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You nod, hating that you can’t see him despite how good this angle is for you both. “Eddie,” you whimper, feeling yourself flutter around him.

“Yeah, that’s who’s making you feel good, sweet thing. I’ve got you.” He squeezes your hip, the silver of his rings biting into the doughy softness as he watches his length disappear inside you over and over as he begins to get quicker and harder with his thrusts. 

Your eyes nearly roll back as he pounds into you, fingers gripping the arm of the couch - it’s about the only thing keeping you up as Eddie fucks you and runs his mouth. It feels so good you can barely speak. 

“That’s my girl. Going all cock-dumb on me?” he asks, squeezing the meat of your ass a little harder, watching it jiggle and bounce with his thrusts. “I’ll make you feel good like this every day if you let me. S’what you deserve, getting fucked like you need, huh?” 

Your answering moan is spurred on not only by his words but the graze of his length on your g-spot. “Eddie, god! Yes, right there,” your voice is a babble, the words running into each other ‘yesrigh’there’ as it becomes the only thing you can say. 

The pulsing gush around him, hot wet heat, makes Eddie moan with you. “I know, baby. I know.” His back teeth press together as he holds on, the cord of pleasure pulled tight in his pelvis. The slapping pounding sound fills the room but he can only hear you, almost crying with pleasure. 

“Close,” you murmur, slumped forward a little more. The angle arches your back, pulls Eddie deeper. Your groan is shaky, broken with want. 

“Me too, baby. Got me so wound up,” he murmurs. “Can you touch yourself for me?” He watches your hand move back between your legs, feels the graze of your fingers as you bring yourself closer, small tight circles that sync up with his punishingly good pace. 

“Fuck! Eddie,” you whimper, feeling the inferno in your belly burn bright and hot as you see stars, tears springing as you come hard. 

“Shit shit, that’s my girl. Oh yeah, fuck,” he grinds out,  continuing his thrusts as your body shakes with pleasure. Eddie folds over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you back into his lap like a rag doll. He can’t bear to not be as close to you as humanly possible as he nears his own orgasm, mouth pressed to your neck to kiss and pant against it as he hammers into you. 

His fingers trail down, finding a quick rhythm that brings you to a shock of a second climax, shorter but no less intense than the first. You feel boneless, yet manage to pull his hand away when it becomes too much, holding his arm around your middle as the other curls up and loops around his neck. Your lips find their way to Eddie’s jaw, pressing wet kisses there. Your eyes are heavy, and yet you see the moment he falls apart. 

His eyes close, face creasing in beautiful blissful agony as he comes holding you in his lap, your name on his tongue. 

Your chest feels heavy, breath synced up as your fingers stroke up against his scalp, past the flyaways. He kisses you messily, so slow and without the same hurry he had mere moments ago. 

Your noses brush against each other’s warm cheeks, lazy smiles pressing kisses as hands smooth and caress wherever is in reach. You feel fuzzy around the edges, warm all over with Eddie plastered to your back. You would both gladly overheat to stay like this a bit longer. Eddie’s lean arms are the only thing holding you together right now, grounded syrupy-sweet kisses that bond the broken bits back into place. 

“Wanna see my girl,” he murmurs after a few moments mouthing at your shoulder, “Easy, babe.” Eddie’s hands on your waist help you to move from his lap, unsheathing him from your body. He wraps the condom in a tissue before lying back, inviting you into his arms with grabby hands.

You bring the blanket from the back of the sofa with you when you lie against his chest, sharing love-drunk kisses as you bask in the glow of each other. 

It’s bright-cold outside the steamed-up windows; the afternoon sun lights the room. His neighbours will surely hate you, but when Eddie strokes his tongue against yours you forget to care.

You brush his sweaty bangs away and press a kiss to the centre of his forehead before resting your head against his chest, tucked under his chin as his hand finds yours. He kisses your knuckles and smiles down at you. 

“Y’okay?” he checks, rosy-cheeked bright-eyed and deliriously happy. Sometimes he feels the need to pinch himself when he realises the woman he had been pining for is now his girlfriend. One time you had been lying together smoking and watching a rerun of Twin Peaks and he had actually asked you to pinch him - his nipple had ached for the rest of the night but at least he knew it was all real. And you had kissed it better. 

Now you smile lazily up at him, real and cosy in his arms. “Never better,” you promise. Your nose scrunches when he kisses it and calls you his little bunny to make you laugh. 

Eddie lights a cigarette and holds it to your lips when you’re too comfy to move. It brings you both back to the real world, back from the plain of absolute bliss. It’s quiet, neither feeling the need to fill the comfortable silence until your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Where’d you get them?” you ask, lifting your joined hands to finally speak the question you have been meaning to ask. Your fingers slot between Eddie’s, palm to palm, as you admire the silver.

“Been kinda building a little collection since school. Thrift shops mainly.” Eddie shrugs one shoulder; he’s careful not to jostle you too much as you lie against his chest. He pauses to catch a fallen eyelash on your cheek, holding it out to you to blow away. You smile a little and lift your head to wish for a thousand more afternoons like this. 

“I have two nice ones; my friends pooled together for a graduation present for me, and the other one, this one,” Eddie shows you his right middle finger, a harmless flip-off to show you the black enamel heart with wings that he always wears. It’s smaller, less outrightly demonic than the others. The rest of his rings are swapped out, usually a lucky dip into a little dish on his bedside table, but this one stays on. “Bought this one for myself when the band went on tour. Something to remember, y’know?” 

You had heard about Corroded Coffin’s big opportunity last year, playing a few dates as an opening act for a bigger metal band. Your thumb runs over the warm metal as he begins to speak again.

“It was the last day of tour and I was so fuckin’ tired. We were kinda convinced that we were going to be discovered or something, and the crowds really liked us but… it didn’t happen how we had planned.”  

You expect to hear sadness in his voice but there is none. Maybe a hint of resignation that their dream hadn’t become reality.

“Me and Gareth had a fight on the last morning, both of us were hungover as fuck and antsy because it was all going to be over in a few hours. So I stormed off to get breakfast and clear my head, or get more fucked up.” Eddie’s little smile doesn’t meet his eyes; they look a little bit more glossy than usual. “It was my Mom’s birthday and I felt like shit. I would say I found this little jeweller-silversmith place but I think it found me.”

You squeeze Eddie tighter, feeling like he’s letting you see a whole new part of him. A beautiful little sentimental part that houses and holds dear the other woman he loved and the little boy he was when he lost her.

“It was way more money than I should have spent on something so small, but it felt right I couldn’t leave it behind y’know? I went in and it was right there.” His eyes sparkle as he remembers that feeling of all-over calm he felt that day in the little shop. “Went back and apologised to Gare and we played the last show, definitely our best one.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to his mouth, “That’s a sweet story, Ed. Thank you for telling me.” Your voice is a whisper against his pillowy lips; you kiss those lips again and feel the silver against your cheek as Eddie kisses you back. Your chest feels like it could burst and there’s an annoying pressure at the back of your eyes. 

“You’re gonna laugh at me but..” Eddie rolls his eyes and leans his head back against the arm of the sofa. He figures out his words before speaking again. “It’s like, everything happened for a reason - we didn’t get a big break but we’re all happy. Gareth got into art school, Jeff moved out of his Mom’s place and… I met you.”

Silence. 

His honesty winds you, it hits you so hard in the chest that you can barely fathom the flurry of feelings like wings battering your chest from the inside. Your lower lip wobbles. Eddie is dead serious too; you know he’s not saying it to be playful. He has so much love in his battered heart and it oozes from him.

Eddie was expecting you to scoff or roll your eyes, call him ‘soft boy’ or something. Maybe a very small part of him thought you might brush him off (he didn’t let himself dwell on that bit). He certainly wasn’t expecting the teary look in your eyes. 

“Shit, baby.” He thumbs your cheek and pouts back at you, pressing the sweetest kiss to your lips; so sweet and slow like the maple syrup you have been adding to your coffees now that it’s Fall. “I mean it. If things went differently, if I didn’t come back, I wouldn’t have met the sexy new bartender, huh?”

You smile, laugh a little wetly and try to blame the post-sex rush for being weepy. “I guess I’m a little bit glad you came back to be annoying. Super selfish of me.” 

You can’t help but think that there might be some parallel universe where you’re still shaking cocktails in Jackie’s but Eddie’s on stage opening for Metallica, Corroded Coffin at the top of the charts. With that thought comes a deep-sinking feeling that maybe someday you might not be enough and he will want that rockstar life; groupies, supermodels, a pretty blonde actress on his arm.... Not you. 

Eddie kisses you again and pulls you close, cocooning the pair of you in the blanket. You find his hand to kiss the black enamel heart before resting your head, cheek to chest. 

You have never felt so in love, nor have you felt so scared. Eddie feels lighter now that he has said out loud the thought about fate that has been rattling around his skull for too long. He feels your arms wrapping tighter around him, like he might disappear. 

He presses his smiling lips fiercely to the crown of your head. “What’s goin’ on in here, huh? I can hear that big brain thinkin’ up a storm.” He thinks over everything he said; was he coming on too strong?

“I just really really like you, Ed,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. Telling him that felt so easy; maybe if you weren’t being sucked into an internal doom spiral you could play it up and roll your eyes, pretend it was icky to like him.

“Yeah? I really really like you too.” Your admission makes his heart sing; Eddie tries to temper his smile but can’t. He won’t pretend he’s not head over heels for you, he’d give you a vital organ if you needed it - hell, his heart was already yours. 

He cups your cheek again, coaxing you to look at him. “What else? You’re like… a scared little bunny right now.” He concentrates all his love into how he’s holding you as if it could be transferred like magic from his fingertips. 

“I just...” 

He doesn’t force you to go on when you hide your face in his chest, feeling so stupid for being emotional. Your eyes burn, and he wishes he could be whatever you need right now. He’s not used to seeing his bossy flirty girl so unsure of herself; it makes him love you a little more. He looks up at the ceiling and squeezes your body gently.

“Hey. You don’t have to say anything, just listen okay? I’m serious about you, about... Everything I feel for you.” His voice shakes minutely but he takes a moment, stroking your back to centre himself. “I’m not going to up and leave someday to be a rockstar without you. I need you. Okay? You’re my girl. Best thing that’s happened to me in so so long.” Eddie presses a fiercely loving kiss to your head. “I’m yours, all yours.” 

A tiny shaky sob escapes your throat, leaving you embarrassed. “I’m your girl,” you nod, looking up to see Eddie’s sentimental smile, his wet brown eyes. Your voice is thin and wobbly, like a broken pencil. “I’m so fuckin’ happy with you, Eddie.” 

Neither of you says it, but ‘I love you’ is woven into your confessions, binding you together as you share that moment on Eddie’s squishy, comfy sofa. 

You tilt your head to exchange teary-wet kisses, wobbly smiles on your lips as you begin to feel calmer.

“My baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t bottle shit up, okay? Doesn’t help.” He cups your face, wiping the last stray tears from your cheeks and presses kisses there as a balm. 

“I know. I feel stupid for getting upset, it’s like so early for us..” You look down at his chest, trace the black ink you can reach before looking at his pretty face. You know it’s so early, so why get ahead of yourself when Eddie’s already made you a promise? You take a breath, close your eyes and focus on what you really want, “When can I come to see Corroded Coffin play?” 

Eddie grins, laughs a little throaty. They had taken a little break after tour, played a few bars in the Spring to make sure they didn’t rust up. With Gareth settled back in college, they were ready to get back into it. 

“We’re trying to get a gig for the end of the month. Andy knows a guy putting on a night close to Halloween. Jeff’s the organised one though, I’ll check with him tonight.” He kisses your head and smiles. “I gotta get you a shirt, huh?”

“Mhm, yes please. I heard the lead singer is so hot,” you say, smiling a little when he makes a happy noise deep in his throat. “Might throw my bra on stage if he’s as good as they say…” The thought of seeing your man on stage - your man - makes your tummy flutter. 

“Yeah? Shit, lucky guy.”  

You look up at Eddie and move yourself to rest your forehead against his. “The luckiest. I’m the luckiest girl though.” You mean it too, sealing it with a kiss. 

Eddie cups the back of your head, pressing the loveliest kisses to your mouth. “Lucky fuckers,” he murmurs. You trade kisses back and forth, chasing lazy happy smiles for ‘just one more?’ until you need to move.

“Can I shower? Feel sweaty.” Your time together before work is already ticking away, though you’ve made excellent use of it so far. 

“Can I come watch? I mean wash your back?” he asks, walking his fingers down your spine with a coy little smile. 

“You just want to see soapy boobs,” you tut, looping your arms around his neck as he sits up, taking you with him. 

“What guy doesn’t want to see soapy boobs?” he asks, incredulous at the thought. 

You kiss the corner of his mouth, humming in agreement, “You still got that disposable camera?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide - you half expect his heart to beat out of his chest, eyes on stalks like a babbling cartoon. “Yes ma’am.” 

He dumps you off his lap onto the sofa to root for the camera in his room. The sound of his sweary search carry down the hall as you laugh up at the ceiling.

You love him. You absolutely love Eddie Munson. He’s very easy to love. 

Later, when you’re showered clean (a process which required getting just a little bit dirty again with Eddie worshipping you on his knees in the shower) and full-bellied after the dinner you had brought, you and Eddie get ready for work side-by-side in his room. 

You’re putting mascara on in his mirror, humming to Queen despite Eddie’s protests, when you hear him call your name. 

“Mhm?” 

Eddie’s dressed in a black Henley and some jeans - his leather boots and jacket to go on next. You see the glint of silver around his neck as he nods for you to join him on the bed. 

“Help me pick what rings to wear?” he asks, voice soft and tentative. 

Your heart skips and you nod, crossing the gap to perch on his lap as you pick three more for him to wear - an upside-down cross, a very mean-looking skull, a silver signet ring with ‘EM’ engraved (the gift from his friends for graduation). 

He lets you choose where they go and watches as you slip them onto his long fingers. “Perfect,” he murmurs, linking your hands together. 

“Pretty damn perfect,” you agree, kissing the back of his hand so he will show you that bright and beaming grin. 

You love him, you love him, you love him. And Eddie? He already can’t wait to put a ring on your finger. 

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When You Wake Up, Will You Walk Out? Chapter 8

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader (note: reader is over the age of 18)

WARNINGS: 18+ (minors dni!)

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The Hideaway was as much of a dingy dive bar as you had expected. Your Keds clung to whatever substance coated the floor. A sticky pop accompanied each step you took.

Smoke clouded the air in the bar. The haze it cast combined with the heady feeling of each inhale made you feel as though you were walking in a dream.

Shaking your head to steady yourself, you took in the room around you. The crowd was buzzing with an electric energy, due in no small part to the bartender’s blind eye to the age of the patrons.

You were surprised by just how many teenagers were there. Though you knew the bands were comprised solely of high schoolers, the event wasn’t school-sanctioned and the drinking age was still very much 21.

You supposed the owners didn’t look too closely at IDs and feigned ignorance, but it was almost laughable how young some of the patrons were.

A couple of Eddie’s D&D disciples, kids who were no older than 14 or 15, were huddled together. With the skittish, uncertain looks on their faces, they reminded you of a herd of deer. They didn’t seem to be drinking, though, and so you turned your attention back to the task at hand.

As your eyes roved over the rest of the venue, they landed on the small stage and a doorway beside it. Supposing that was the backstage area for the bands, you made your way there and peaked through.

Suddenly, a meaty hand landed on your shoulder. You whirled around to face one of the largest men you had ever seen.

“Backstage is for bands only.”

“I’m with Corroded Coffin,” you lied immediately.

The bouncer took in your bright cheerleading uniform and gave you a skeptical look.

“I highly doubt that, sweetheart. No groupies until after the show.”

You bristled at being called a “groupie,” but nodded and sulked away.

It was probably for the best, anyway. You didn’t want to disturb Eddie before he had a chance to perform; if things went south, you’d be sabotaging his chances.

You retreated to the front of the bar, away from the small stage.

About to sit down, you paused when the merch table caught your eye. Remembering something Eddie had said the last time you saw him, you dug for your wallet and headed over.

Eddie tried to keep himself distracted leading up to the concert and failed miserably. It seemed a simple enough goal, but in the end his thoughts always drifted back to you.

During soundcheck he had at least been able to focus on tuning his guitar and warming up his voice, but the current chatter of his bandmates was mere background noise to his misery.

This is fucking pathetic, man, he mentally chastised himself. One of the biggest nights in your music career, and all you can think about is some girl.

But you weren’t just some girl, were you? That was the problem. You were the girl — his girl.

Or at least you should be.

He couldn’t shake the memory of the inscrutable look on your face after Jason kissed you. You seemed surprised, obviously, but beyond that he couldn’t gauge your feelings.

“Eddie, you okay, man?” Jeff asked. He was far more intuitive than most boys his age, and Eddie had trouble hiding his feelings from him.

Waving his friend’s concern away, Eddie smiled reassuringly. “Just a little stage fright, I guess.”

Jeff paused, giving Eddie a skeptical look. The two boys shared a silent understanding; they both knew Eddie wasn’t the type to get stage fright, meaning they both knew Eddie was lying.

Still, Jeff had the grace to leave well enough alone, and so he slowly nodded.

“You got performance anxiety, Munson?” Gareth quipped with a shit-eating grin, unaware of what had passed between his bandmates. Jeff elbowed him sharply, eliciting an involuntary oof. “It was a joke!”

He turned to Eddie with a look of exasperation and repeated himself. “It was a joke. You know that, don’t you, Eddie?”

“You’re a joke,” he replied, chucking his guitar pick at Gareth, who dodged it easily and yelled an irritated, “Hey!”

“Serves you right,” Jeff taunted, laughing for only a second before Gareth rammed into him.

Eddie shared a look of mild amusement with Freak as the boys grappled.

Turning back, he said, “Why don’t you spare my poor nerves and break each other’s arms after the show?”

Gareth shoved Jeff off of him with a grin. “Fine by me. I won anyway.”

“Did not!”

The two made to attack each other again and Eddie groaned internally. He thanked his lucky stars the other bands had already cleared out to the main portion of the bar so no one saw the childish display.

“Boys!” Eddie shouted, clapping loudly to get their attention. “We only have to get through three songs and then you can kick the shit out of each other. Can you behave until then?”

Each muttered a sullen “yes” at the scolding.

“Beautiful!” He hopped up, grinning with genuine excitement for the first time that night. “Let’s rock and roll.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Battle of the Bands!” the emcee howled into the mic with a grin, eliciting a round of woos from the intoxicated audience. “We’ve got a great line up for you tonight. Before we bring the first band on, I’m gonna explain quickly how voting works…”

You tuned out his voice, taking a sip of your water. The bartender had given you a funny look, surprised by the fact that you weren’t taking advantage of the lax rules like every other teen in the place.

Normally you’d be joining them, but you wanted to stay sharp tonight. You only had one chance to make things right with Eddie, and you didn’t want to squander it by being tipsy during your apology.

“Get ready for one hell of a show! Our first band is from Hawkins. Give it up for Corroded Coffin!”

Your breath caught when your eyes landed on Eddie. It was the first time you had seen him since your confrontation at the high school, and he was… beautiful.

With his wild hair and kohl eyeliner smudged around his eyes, he looked like one of the rock gods he admired. Even as your anxiety churned your stomach, desire filled you at the sight of him.

Barely acknowledging the crowd, the band members nodded to each other before launching into their first song. The bass boomed throughout the already-deafening sounds of the crowd.

You could feel its pulse thundering through your bones and rewriting the rhythm of your heartbeat as Eddie glanced up and met your gaze.

Or so you thought — his eyes slid away seconds later without any sign of recognition.

Camouflaged by the crowd and the shadowy corner your table was in, you realized you were invisible from the stage. You stood up slowly and trailed over behind a few rows of other concert-goers.

Mustering your courage, you started to move forward as Corroded Coffin wrapped up their first song.

Pausing only a moment for applause they went right into the second song, another thrashing headbanger.

Emboldened by the knowledge that Eddie was too enraptured to notice you mid-song, you moved through the crowd until you were only a few feet from the stage.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Eddie grinned into the mic as the song ended, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

Eddie proceeded to introduce his bandmates to the audience, but you could only focus on him. He looked happy. Was that just for show? Or was he truly fine? Were you more broken up about how you left things than he was?

I shouldn’t have come here, you lamented internally, feeling your cheeks burn with shame.

You should have just let him move on with his life. You should have accepted that you fucked things up beyond repair. You should’ve-

“For this last song we’re gonna-”

Eddie’s voice caught in his throat, and this time you knew that his eyes had finally found yours. Meekly, you waved and mouthed hi, watching as his eyes dropped to the shirt you were wearing — the Corroded Coffin shirt you had just purchased from the merch table.

His expression changed infinitesimally, but you couldn’t tell what this new emotion playing across his face was.

“Um,” he started again, clearing his throat and flashing the crowd another grin. “For this last song we’re gonna slow things down a bit.”

His eyes returned once more to you as he gave a soft smile before Corroded Coffin began to play a ballad. It was a song you’d heard him singing to himself before when he thought you weren’t listening.

Eddie’s eyes stayed glued on you as he sang, and the heat in your cheeks shifted from embarrassment to something else entirely.

Time both froze and sped up, and before you knew it the song was over and he was addressing the audience again, thanking them for coming and encouraging them to vote for Corroded Coffin.

With a final glance at you, Eddie waved to the audience and left the stage with his bandmates.

You didn’t hesitate at all before following him backstage.

It took you a little longer to make it back there, as you practically had to fight your way through the rowdy crowd.

You burst unthinkingly through the door, interrupting the ongoing conversation among Corroded Coffin as all four boys turned to look at you.

“Give us a few minutes, guys,” Eddie dismissed them, shooting an irritated look at Gareth as they exited.

When Eddie turned back to face you, his expression turned to weary trepidation. As his eyes fell back on your outfit, though, his face softened.

“You’re wearing our shirt.”

“I wanted to support my favorite band,” you said with a small smile, making him roll his eyes.

“Laying it on a little thick there,” he snorted. “I, uh… I didn’t expect you to come.”

“Yeah, um, I wanted to talk to you.”

The trepidation returned to his eyes, but he pulled up a chair and gestured for you to speak.

“I’m not getting back together with Jason,” you blurted out. The only reaction he showed was a slight raise of his brows.

“Ah. What a shame.”

“Eddie, I don’t want to get back together with Jason.”

“No? Why’s that?” He tried to sound uncaring, but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.

“Because I don’t love Jason.”

You took one hesitant step toward him, and then another.

“I love someone else. But I’m afraid.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously. “Of what?”

“That it’s too late,” you whispered, forcing your voice not to crack. “That I messed up and he’s done with me. That he- that you don’t want me anymore.”

“I…” he faltered, swallowing harshly. “I’m always gonna want you. But I don’t want to be your backup boyfriend.”

You shook your head harshly at the thought. “No, you’re not- you’re not the backup, not in the slightest.”

Needing him to believe you, you stepped closer and took his hands into your own.

“Eddie, I was too stupid to realize it before but… he’s nothing to me. Not anymore. And you… you’re everything.” Shameful, remorseful tears were falling down your face. “And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were anything less than that because you’re the most wonderful person I know and I… I love you, Eddie.”

He stared at you with wide eyes.

“You… me?” Eddie asked in vulnerable doubt, forgoing the fearful verb entirely.

“I love you,” you repeated forcefully, squeezing his hands for emphasis. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone. More than anything.”

You choked on the last word as you brought your palm to his cheek, gently stroking his face. “So please just- just give me another chance.”

In the silence that followed, you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and your heart sunk as you waited for inevitable rejection.

“Say it again,” he ordered in a low tone, eyes dropping to your lips.

“What?”

“Say it. Again.” His gaze was severe and locked on you.

Licking your lips, you murmured, “I love you, Eddie.”

“Again,” he demanded more desperately, hands coming up to rest on your waist. “Please.”

“I love you,” you repeated yourself, lips forming an uncertain smile at his reaction. “I love you so much.”

He let out a faltering, unbelieving breath but otherwise said nothing. Furrowing your brows, you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“So…” you prompted, trying to keep the apprehension out of your voice. “Do you… will you give me another chance?”

Eddie’s gaze softened with affection. Reaching out, he tugged the edge of your skirt to bring you in closer.

“Y’ever hear that old Isley Brothers song, ‘This Old Heart of Mine’?” Eddie asked.

“What’s that got to do-”

“Wayne used to play it a ton. There’s a line that’s like-”

He paused, glancing at the ceiling as if the lyrics were written there before starting to sing.

“But if you leave me a hundred times, a hundred times I’ll take you back.” His voice cracked on the last few words and you giggled as he grinned bashfully. “Cut me some slack, sweetheart, I was just screaming on stage for 20 minutes.”

“But the point still stands,” he continued as he pulled you against his chest. Reaching out a finger, he tilted your chin up so your eyes met his. “I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.”

You let out a grateful whimper, surging forward to press your lips against his.

“Thank you,” you whispered between each kiss to his lips, his nose, his cheeks. “Thank you.”

Eddie’s arms wound around your back, crushing you against his chest. Face buried in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply and took in that scent that had become home to you.

“Do you wanna go back out there with the guys?” you asked into his shoulder, feeling him shake his head as soon as the words left your mouth.

“In a bit, I just… let’s just stay like this for a while.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss into his neck and finding his hand with your own. Intertwining your fingers with his, you sighed and relaxed into the warmth of his body.

Jason, the jocks, the cheerleaders… They could talk and sneer behind your back, but you found you no longer minded. None of them mattered now.

The only person who mattered now was the boy standing before you, forgiving you and loving you. The boy whose shirt you wore, the boy whose concert you were at, and the boy whose hand you would gladly hold as long as he would let you.

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[oneforthemunny]

​​you and bouncer!eddie fucking in the walk-in during a closing shift.

minors dni 18+

it's just the two of you on a wednesday night- too cold for even the drunks to venture out. you hadn't had much cleanup besides the few beers you served to frank, a regular, and you'd finished that before close.

eddie had sat at the bar with you, closest to the door in case someone walked in, but they never did. his hands traced the fringe of your ripped jeans while the jukebox played. you were giggling, so close you were practically nose to nose.

the two of you had gone out a few times, already planning for the next time you both had a night off. you liked eddie, a lot. and he liked you. he especially liked that you surprised him. like how you were naturally good at darts. or how you knew every word to 'starry eyes', you'd serenaded him on your first date, tipsy and giggly while he was sure he was going to marry you, right then and there.

he was even more sure when you'd sucked him off in the bathroom of the bar he'd taken you to. knelt on the grimy, sticky floors, head bobbing and eyes locked to his. he had his ringed hands fisted in your hair, head tilted back on the graffiti stall walls of the bathroom, groaning and muttering how good you were. you'd swallowed his load without him even asking, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. he'd kissed you hard, pressing you against the stall, uncaring.

eddie was hooked. so enthralled by you, and the excitement of your budding relationship. it was new, thrilling, and the best part, is no one at work knew. sure, they might see the little smirks and teasing banter you two had, but you'd always done that.

on night like tonight, you could be more yourselves, lingering touches and stolen kisses behind the counter.

you had finished loading the lemons up, going to dump the ice in the kitchen and stock away the unused produce for the night before you could leave. eddie insisted on helping you, muscles flexing when he lifted and dumped the ice down the sink.

eddie followed you into the walk-in, pinching your ass just to hear you squeal when you bent over. he wrapped you fully in his arms, your little giggles filling his ears as he pressed you against the cold, metal shelf.

"you look so pretty." eddie groaned, stamping kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking on the skin that had you mewling and clawing at him.

"ed-ed, we can't. we're at work-"

"no one's here." eddie sighed against you. "just me and you, c'mon. been thinking' about you all night." you whined when his hands went lower, cupping you through your jeans, rough fingers pressed hard against your slit.

you gave in, letting him pull your jeans and panties down, lifting your shirt and bra up over your boobs. he smirked at the way your nipples hardened in the cool air of the walk-in, leaving your shuddering under his glare.

moments later, he had you clawing at a shelf, bent at the hips so your ass was pushed back into his face. eddie was on his knees, spreading your cheeks and lapping at your clit like his life depended on it. he grabbed the doughy skin of your ass, squeezing it and moaning as you shimmied back further into him, begging and gasping.

once he added his fingers, slipping them in slow into your sopping hole, you were shaking, writhing in pleasure. eddie pressed kisses to your ass cheeks, up your spine and to the back of you neck until he stood at his full height, pumping himself a few times before sinking into you with a grunt.

he anchored his hands on the shelf above you, hips snapping furiously into yours, eyes rolling back at the sound of your echoey moans in the freezer. the buzz of the cold air filling the space, mixed with your breathy demands of, "please, eddie, right there!" had his abs tight, gritting his teeth to keep himself from cumming too early.

you came undone quickly, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive and mushy. eddie watched as you dropped to your knees, finishing him off with swallowing him wholly. he fisted your hair, guiding your head on his cock again, groaning when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough to get him twitching and spilling down your throat.

you turned off the lights and machines on shaky legs, clinging to his arm when he walked you to your car. you wrapped your arms around his torso, smirking up at him as he finished off his cigarette.

"wonder when we get to close again together, hm?" eddie smirked. "think we should make that a new closing task for us- fuck in the walk-in after close. whaddya think, baby?"

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[oneforthemunny]

love drunk |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

​​prompt: you and eddie work valentine's day at the hideout.

contains: 18+. alcohol, creepy old guys at the bar, mentions of road head, jealous!eddie, dacrphilia, mean!eddie, oral fem rec, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, p in v sex, aftercare. minors dni.

The Hideout was buzzing, filled with an unusual crowd of unlikely people, but what else did you expect on Valentine's Day?

Broken hearted men washing away their bitterness with beer and whisky, next to galentines celebrating their own freedom and singleness with shots and bad karaoke. The usual boys who were prowling the crowds for women desperate enough to go home with them, spewing horrible pick up lines that usually left the girls cringing and retreating the other way. Then there were the couples, some regulars and some not. They came to celebrate at the high top tables, people watch and enjoy their time together.

You'd been busy since you clocked in a little after four. You knew you'd be here well past last call, but that was alright, because Eddie was here. He was working the door with Tony, both in all black, leaned up at the entrance checking IDs and taking covers. Before your shift, Eddie had picked you up in his van, a dozen roses in the passenger seat.

You'd blushed, gushing to him about how sweet the gesture was. Eddie was sweet, so sweet. You'd never met a guy sweeter. He'd shrugged when you kissed him, smiley and gooey insides. "Anything for my best girl."

The two of you had only been together a few weeks, barely breaking the title of being official. You hadn't expected the gesture really, especially because you both worked. You figured you'd fuck after you got back to his place, you had wore your matching pink set for that reason, but the flowers were an extra effort that had your head swirling.

You sucked him off while he drove you to work as a thank you.

Now, you were pouring shots, mixing drinks, opening beers, collecting tips, slipping the wadded fives even some bigger bills into your bra with a wink and a dazzling smile. You knew the crowd would be big, and the tippers even bigger- the holidays always made people more generous when you were pouring drinks down their throats- so you wore your tightest, lowest top.

Eddie had noticed.

His eyes would catch yours from the door, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth when you bent over, shorts riding up over the nylon stockings you had underneath.

"C'mon, man." Tony laughed, shoving Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie smirked, nodding to the desperate girl at the door, who batted her eyes at him, eyes attempting at what he could only guess was sultry or sexy. He didn't care. They never worked on him anymore.

You poured another shot of whisky, sliding the glasses to the men in front of you. "Hey, sweetheart, take a shot with us." The old man slurred, tie loose and around his neck.

You smirked, adding their drinks to his tab. "Sorry, I'm on the clock." You said with an exaggerated pout. "My manager will get real mad at me."

The men sounded off their displeasure, smacking the bar with open palms so their glasses rattled. "Who, Mickey? I know Mickey, baby, he-he won't get ya in trouble. Not a pretty thing like you."

You knew these guys were big tippers which is the only reason you hadn't had them cut off and removed. They had been whistling, cat calling, and spewing every lewd, vulgar thing that came to their drunken, filthy minds and you and Tasha all night. You both would just look at each other, roll your eyes, and go back to the middle-aged women divorcees who were much nicer and sweeter to you.

"Just one little shot, baby. Hell, I'll pay for it." Jack Harrington, Steve's dad, slurred, grinning at you with a predatory smile. No wonder Steve hated the guy so much.

"I'll do you one better," They guy next to him, Marco- you think, boasted, pulling out his wallet. He slid a crisp one hundred dollar bill out, slapping it on the table. "One hundred dollars and I'll buy the shot. Make it top shelf, sweetheart." He winked, the other guys whooping and hollering with him.

Eddie had looked over at the commotion, dark eyes narrowed on the rowdy group of men. He despised when they came in. Regulars and assholes at that, always hurling objectifying, nasty comments to the bartenders there. Getting so drunk they could barely drive home. They were especially rowdy tonight after dinner with their wives and mistresses, who they hated, before coming here.

Eddie was waiting, just waiting for you or Tasha to give him the sign. Give him the signal that they needed to be gone. He'd take complete joy in tossing them out, making sure they hit the pavement on their way out.

"I tell you what," You started, placing your hands on your hips. You nudged Tasha who watched you carefully, pouring her ale into a glass. "Make it a hundred a piece for me and Tasha, I'll pick the shot, and," You paused, smirking at the way their eyes lit up. "You gotta go sing me a song." You nodded towards the stage.

The men howled in laughter as Marco pulled out another hundred, sliding it next to yours. "Deal, angel." He said smugly. "Any requests?"

You grabbed the money, sliding Tasha her's then sliding yours in your bra. You pulled out a shot glasses, lining them up Patron and a bowl of limes. "Something romantic." You smiled. "It's Valentine's Day after all." 

You pressed your glass against theirs, downing the harsh liquid with a grimace while they cheered you on, celebrating each other obnoxiously. Eddie's jaw clenched from the door, yanking the cover cash from a college aged kid a little too harshly. He knew it was your job, you were just trying to make enough money to pay your rent just like he was, but it didn't make it any less hard when you'd flirt like this.

You made your rounds, pouring, swiping, smiling, and maneuvering expertly around the bar. Stacking glasses, cutting limes and oranges, wiping away spills, chatting with patrons. You even filled up two glasses of water, light ice and extra lemon- the way Eddie liked it- bringing them to the door for Tony and him.

Eddie smiled when you brought it over, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks, baby," Eddie muttered, stabbing his straw on the table in front of him, wadding up the wrapper.

"You need anything else?" You asked, looking at Tony then Eddie.

"Nah, do you? Those guys still bothering you and Tasha?" Tony asked, nodding to the group of men from before.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "No, they're jackasses. Total dicks, but we're fine." You smiled, placing a hand on Eddie's shoulder, squeezing it gently. You didn't miss the way he was tight, tense against your touch.

He tensed even more when Marco got up on stage, sloppily serenading you to ACDC's 'Shook Me All Night Long' with added vulgar dance moves while he pointed at you, adding your name into the chorus lyrics. Eddie was fuming.

Closing time couldn't come soon enough. The love birds and broken hearted left as easily as they came, the miracle of holidays. You and Tasha finished your closing duties, laughing and scoffing while you exchanged stories from the night. Eddie and Tony helped you, tidying up the place, but Eddie didn't have his usual charm. He wasn't cracking jokes, flexing his muscles and exaggeratedly saying 'what he woulda done if he wasn't on the clock'. He was distant, quiet, even with you.

By the time the two of you walked out, your arms looped around his leather clad arm, his mind was reeling. "...I made a lot of tips tonight." You grinned excitedly to him. "It was a pretty good night actually. I thought we'd be dead on Valentine's Day, but I've got enough in tips tonight to pay my rent for the month!"

Eddie huffed, furiously starting the engine to the van. "Yeah, that's great." He muttered. "With how you were actin' tonight, 'm not surprised."

You faltered, eyes furrowing a bit. "Ed, what're you talking about?" You asked. He shook you off, peeling out of the parking lot furiously. "Hey, look at me, are you," You squinted, studying his features. "Are you jealous?"

You couldn't help the little grin that formed on your lips when you asked, eyes lighting up mischievously. Eddie huffed. "'M not jealous." He snapped. "Just fuckin' hate it when you entertain those douchebag guys." He snarled.

You snorted, smugly crossing your arms. "You're jealous." You declared. "Honestly, Eddie, do you really think I give a shit about those guys?"

"You sure act like you do." Eddie bit, eyes flashing over to you. "Takin' shots and talkin' all sweet to 'em. No wonder he sang that shit to you, and you were laughing-"

"-Because he looked like an idiot." You laughed. "Tasha and I we're making fun of him. Everyone was laughing at him." Eddie huffed, a pouty, childish huff that left you grinning.

"They're complete and utter assholes that are good tippers, Eddie. I am repulsed by them, honestly. They're so gross and creepy, and I'm actually a little insulted that you would think they're my type." You snipped, eyeing him carefully.

Eddie's lips pressed together, not necessarily mad but thinking. You leaned closer to him, arms wrapping around his torso, pressing kisses to the exposed, ink skin of his biceps. "Baby, please, you can't seriously think I'd be into them." You said, looking up at him with rounded eyes.

"Just don't like it 's all." Eddie muttered. "Don't like it when they say that kinda shit to you." His fists clenched on the wheel, knuckles whitening. Your heart fluttered.

You hummed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear, tucking it and trailing your finger lightly down his jaw. "Don't be upset, please?" You asked. "It's Valentine's Day."

"That was technically yesterday." Eddie grumbled looking at the clock on his dash, the time read 3:02 a.m.

You sighed dramatically, pulling back so you sat in your seat. "Oh, guess I wore this for nothing then." You said, with a small shrug, looking out the window.

You felt Eddie's eyes on you. "Wore your work uniform?" Eddie snorted.

Your eyes flashed at him, biting back a smile. "No-o," You sing-song, batting your eyes at him. "What's under it, silly." You teased.

You'd been more than happy to show Eddie once you got back to his trailer, his mood lightening severely with the reveal. You'd kneeled on the edge of his bed, pink hearts smattering the see through material of the bra and panties, leaving very little the imagination.

Eddie dropped to his knees when he saw you, hands roaming all over your waist, legs, hips, squeezing and grabbing at anything he could, eyes wide and mouth watering. You looked like an angel, an angel he was about to ruin.

He didn't taken your panties off the whole night. He licked you right through the thin material until they were completely soaked from you and him. He'd pulled your bra down under your tits, so they were pushed up and presented for him while he sucked bruises into the delicate skin, marking you completely.

When he did fuck you, after you were writing and begging under his touch, he was relentless. Pounding you into the sheets until you couldn't even utter a sound, moans and gasps caught in your throat, tears streaming down your face.

"Yeah? You like that, don't you?" Eddie asked, hand cracking down on your upturned ass, gripping the skin as he pounded into you. "Like being fucked like the little slut you are, don't you?"

You drooled into the sheets, tears and saliva mixing into the pool beneath you. Eddie was fucking you with vigor, much more than you expected after a late night, busy shift. Your legs shook, clamping around him again with a small whine.

"Aw, you gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock, huh?" Eddie cooed mockingly towards you.

Your eyes rolled back, crying when you came, then gasping when he yanked your hair back, pulling you up so you were flush against him, one arm around your torso, the other tweaking your sensitive nipples.

"God, I've wanted to fuck you all night." Eddie growled in your ear. "You wore those short little shorts didn't you? Had to wear them tonight, didn't you, you little slut?"

You cried, tears leaking down your cheeks, gripping onto his wrist. You were so sensitive, every thrust of his cock felt like a jab into your belly, a blow that sent you spiraling into your white hot abyss.

"Fuck, look at you, so pathetic." Eddie sneered, gripping your jaw harshly. "Wish those guys could see you now, huh? See you crying' like this. And over what, huh? Over my dick?"

You whimpered, lip wobbling as you clenched around him. Eddie groaned, tilting his own head back. You loved it when he was mean, when he fucked you like he owned you. Eddie let you fall forward into the mattress face first, gripping your hips as he snapped his hips into yours rough and purposeful.

You gripped the sheets, clenching hard around him as he muttered behind you, bringing his hand down twice on your cheeks before cumming, buried deep into your sopping pussy.

Eddie bent at the waist, falling on top of you gently, sweaty bangs pressed to your back, pressing kisses up and down your spine. "Holy shit," Eddie breathed out, deep and slow, eyes still closed.

You whimpered when he pulled out of you, leaving you aching and empty. You cheeks were sticky with tears and smeared makeup, legs still shaking even as Eddie went to the bathroom to grab a rag and clean you.

He took his time with you after, cleaning you up slowly, pressing kisses into you cheeks, neck, down your sternum, on your legs. He wiped himself off before throwing the rag into the hamper, climbing into the bed next to you. You were pressed up into his sheets, legs over his torso, arms tangled together, sharing the assorted chocolate that Mickey had given everyone- a thank you for working the holiday.

"You like the fruit ones?" You asked, nose twisting up in disgust.

Eddie shrugged, popping the orange cream filled chocolate into his mouth. "Yeah, 's pretty good. You don't?"

You shook your head, burying yourself into his inked skin, lids heavy as he stroked your hair. "I liked the caramel ones, or the toffee."

Eddie scoffed. "Lame. Everybody likes those."

You giggled, vibrations rocking from your chest to his making him smile. Eddie looked down at you, your fingers wrapped around his sheets, lashes fluttering to fight against the sleep tugging at your eyes.

"Thank you for the roses." You yawned, looking up at him. "No ones ever got those for me before." You admitted.

"Really?" Eddie asked, you shook your head. "That's a damn shame. Glad I'm the first." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."  He whispered, feeling your body sink into his, heavy on his chest. "Maybe next year we'll get the night off, hm?"

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[oneforthemunny]

knight in shining leather |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: based off this ask- heyy!! i was reading you bouncer eddie series and i love it so much :((((. if you take requests could you maybe do a little blurb of reader being bothered by a creep and eddie being the knight in shining leather that he is helps her. this is such a lame plot i'm sry. pls just write anything for bouncer eddie when you have the time it would be so cool!! sending hugs

reposting from my deleted blog <3

contains: possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie, a little dark!eddie not towards reader, creepy men, cat calling, language, oral fem & male rec, throat fucking, squirting, rough p in v sex, hickeys, creampie. minors dni.

It was a slow night at The Hideout, especially for a Friday. All the college kids had gone back to school for the spring, and it was too cold for others to venture out, snow and ice covering the ground. But in any weather, you could always count on your regulars showing up on Friday nights. The regulars, who would ski if they had to, to make it down to the bar nestled in downtown Hawkins.

It was you, Eddie, and Ellen for the night. Tony and Valerie had shown up, but cut earlier with the lack of customers. You were bartending, taking care of the familiar patrons, while Ellen was the manager on duty for now, helping clean and keep the jukebox rolling. Eddie was at the door, in all black of course, tight beanie around his head to fight the cold, wild curls flying out around his face.

"Can I get another sweetheart?" Roy slurred from the other end of the bar, shaking his empty glass your way. You smiled, grabbing another glass, tilting it to stop the foam as you filled the beer.

You added beer number five to his tab before sliding it to him, switching the full glass out for his empty. "Your friends not joining you tonight?" You asked him, wiping the counter down with the spare rag.

Roy blew air out his mouth. "No, pieces of shits bailed on me. Can ya believe that?"

You giggled, getting his a fresh bowl of peanuts. "That's tough. Sounds like you need some new friends." You chided in cheery, playful conversation, filling another glass for the man on the other end who indicated he wanted one.

"You wanna be my friend, baby?" Roy blubbered, eyes glazed with a sloppy smile.

You snorted, lifting a brow at Roy. "Depends how much you tip tonight." You shot back with a tight lipped smile, walking to serve your other customer.

Roy howled, slapping the wooden top of the bar, nearly falling out of his stool. Eddie looked over, face stoic, hard, like it always was when he was working. He needed to be tough, or at least appear to be, especially with this crowd.

They were harmless, usually, drunks that liked to spend their hard-earned dollars tossing booze down their throats. Sometimes, they'd get a little out of hand. Eddie would have to intervene or call them a cab.

Eddie turned when the door opened, the frigid, biting wind of the night slipping in with the person who opened it. Eddie looked at the ID the man presented, but he really didn't need to; the guy looked Wayne's age.

"There a cover tonight?" The man asked, eyes already blood shot, swaying in his snow covered work boots.

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, not tonight."

The man nodded, stumbling over to Roy, clapping the man loudly on the back. The two had a rather loud, slurring reunion, stumbling in and out of stools. Ellen cut her eyes from you then back to Eddie, rolling her eyes.

Eddie's lips pressed in a tight line, looking over at you, the way you smiled, laying down a coaster, leaning forward on the bar to get his order.

"What's good here, huh, angel?" The man slurred back at you.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, your friend here likes our draft." You motioned to Roy. "But that'll depend what you're in the mood for."

"I'm in the mood for something tasty." The man licked his lips, eyeing you. "You on the menu?"

You did scoff at the comment. "No, but I make a mean old fashioned. You want one of those? Or are you more of a light liquor kinda guy?" You asked, trying to shift the conversation and get away from him. He wasn't a regular, you weren't sure about him.

"I'm whatever kinda guy you want me to be, baby." He grinned all sloppy, swaying towards you. "Make me whatever you want."

You nodded, rolling your eyes when you walked away. You closed out a tab for another before starting his. You smiled at the customer, Johnny, when you handed him his tab, thanking him when he left you his usual 20% tip.

Eddie watched you carefully, nodding at the two leaving with a tiny smile. You reached for your bourbon, bending over to grab a glass out of the bottom shelf.

The man beside Roy let out a loud, ear piercing wolf whistle, cackling into the other man after. You felt a cold prick run down your spine, face flushing.

"Goddam, baby, I'll have you make as many drinks as you want if you stay bent over like that!" The man whooped. "Get to see that ass all night. No wonder you love this place so much, Roy!" He laughed, slamming his hand on the bar, so the glass jumped.

"Hey, easy there," Ellen warned, raising a brow at the two. "Roy get your friend under control."

Roy nodded, lifting a hand in apology, as the other guy bristled, eyes narrowing to focus, teeth gritting and snarling. "'M not doin' anything wrong, you fuckin' bitch. Stay outta it." He snarled.

You felt your heart hammer, looking at Ellen then at Eddie. Eddie stood, fists clenched as he walked, slow and purposeful behind the two, heavy boots clanking on the wooden, creaky floors.

"Hey, watch it, man," Eddie growled. "Settle down or get the fuck out."

The man turned, swaying slightly, looking at Eddie before scoffing, turning back to you. "Hey sugar tits, you got my drink, honey?" He slurred.

"I'm finishing it up." You said slowly, warily looking at Ellen to see if she'd give you the cut off sign. "Tryna make sure it's perfect."

"If it's coming' from you, I'm sure it is." He smirked.

He looked at Roy, nudging the man drunkly before pushing his coaster purposefully off the counter. "Whoops." He laughed, snorting slightly. "Hey, sexy baby, could you pick that up for me? Ole klutz over here knocked it over." He clapped Roy on the back.

Eddie's jaw grit tight, looking at you then the man. He could feel his blood boiling already, hands tingling from the way he had them clenched. You looked at Eddie, rolling your eyes and walking to where the coaster fell, bending over and picking it up.

The man whistled again, clapping his hands as you flushed, furious and embarrassed. "Goddam, baby, you gonna keep teasing me like that?" He asked, laughing and leaning towards you. "Stick that pretty little ass out for me one more time, huh? Better yet, come over here and let me see it. Or do I need to drop something again?"

"Alright," Ellen snapped, walking towards the two men. "They're gone. Eddie, get them outta here."

Eddie was already stepping towards them. Roy's face dropped slightly as the other snarled. "The fuck you kickin' us out for?" He snapped. "I haven't even got my goddam drink!"

"Yeah, and you're not gettin' one." Eddie growled. "Out. Now. Before I have to make you." He threatened, boasting his chest to intimidate the older man. Sure, he could take him, drunk and old he wouldn't be an issue.

Roy apologized to you, drunk but sincere, holding his hands up as he tried to coax his friend. The man snarled. "The fuck you gonna do, huh?" He snapped at Eddie. "You gonna... you gonna make me leave, huh, pussy boy?" He laughed mockingly in Eddie's face.

He turned back to you, snarling and mean. "Dumb bitch, 's your fuckin' fault. Walking' around like a goddam whore, just asking' for it, then when you get it you don't want it, huh?" He spat, angry.

Eddie's hands were on his shoulders, yanking him out of the stool. The man fell to his knees, groaning in pain before Eddie had him back up, shoving him out the door.

Eddie pushed the drunken man out the door and into the snowbank on the sidewalk, and he would've smirked when the man groaned in pain if he wasn't so furious. Roy was still inside, covering the tab and apologizing to Ellen and you.

Eddie looked down at the drunk man, trying to twist and move out of the freezing snow. "The fuck you-you-"

Eddie bent down, pushing him back on the ground, teeth bared and a grip on his collar, dangerously close to his neck. His rings were cold, biting against the man's jugular. "I better never see you here or near her again, you understand?" He growled.

The man stammered, lifting his hands gently. Eddie slammed him harder into the ground, the snow sinking around his head. "Understand?"

"Yes, fuck, yes!" The man stuttered. "Jesus, fuck, I-I don't wanna come back here anyways!"

Eddie snarled, shoving him slightly before standing up. "Good." He bit. "Now get the fuck outta here." He turned around, leaving the man to get out of the icy ground.

He nodded curtly to Roy as he left, not listening to his apologies. He was fuming, buzzing, adrenaline shaking and rattling his bones. His jaw still ground together, eyes not meeting yours though he could feel them on him. He needed to calm down before he did.

Ellen came over, checking on him, and checking to make sure they were gone, before patting him on the back. "Go have a drink." She nodded towards the bar. "As soon as these two leave, we'll call it a night, huh? Think that's enough excitement for us all."

Eddie stomped over to the bar where you watched him from the other side, eyes rounded to meet him. "Thank you," You whispered.

Eddie nodded. "Anytime, baby," He grinned, but it didn't meet his eyes.

He was still angry, not at you, but at that disgusting fucker. Who the fuck did he think he was, talking to Eddie's girl like that, talking to you?

You poured him a beer, cutting an orange and placing it on his glass. Eddie sipped it slowly, the tingle in the back of his throat mixed with the alcohol calmed him slightly. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently when Ellen wasn't looking, before checking on the other two that still remained at the other end of the bar.

The night moved slow. No one else came in. The final people left, letting you cash out for the night. Eddie helped you stack chairs, while Ellen unplugged the jukebox, the three of you walking to the back where you parked.

Eddie had just climbed in the van, barely putting the key in the ignition to roll over the engine when you pounced on him. Hands on either side of his face, pressed against his side, lips attaching to his, hard and needy like he was your life line.

Eddie faltered for a moment, movements stuttering before he kissed you back, his own hands finding your waist, the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as you could.

Eddie's brows furrowed when you pulled back, eyes canning your face, your rounded eyes, blown pupils, bottom lip ticked between your teeth. "What was that for?" Eddie asked, shocked, amused.

You shrugged, placing your hand over the zipper of his jeans. "I dunno, just a thank you, I guess." You grinned, eyes batting at him. "For saving me tonight. My hero." You purred, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his jeans, grinning when he groaned low and throaty.

Eddie flew over the icy roads, squirming under your touch the entire way. You palmed him gently, slowly, pressing kisses up and down his neck, shoulder, collarbone, cheek. Nuzzling your nose against him before trailing the tip of your tongue down his exposed skin.

You were throbbing between your legs, had been since Eddie had grabbed the man so aggressively- so protectively. The adrenaline and sheer primeness of it all made you soak, your head reeling and fuzzy as you fumbled through the rest of your shift. He had done that for you, was protective over you.

You and Eddie stumbled through his trailer, his boot shutting the door behind him, teeth gnashing, lips mushing, hands roaming and groping. You pushed Eddie back onto the couch by his sternum, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to undo his belt and zipper.

Eddie grinned, brows lifted in amusement. Gone was the anger, the disrespect he felt from that man. He worried that you would be hurt, upset by what he said, maybe even angry at him for being so rough. Instead, here you were, ready to jump his bones, needy and aching all for him.

"Easy, baby," Eddie muttered, ringed hands finding your hair as you freed him frantically from his boxers.

Your soft hands held his cock, thick and long, oozing already from your teasing touches in the car. You wasted no time licking a long stripe up the base to his tip, swirling the salty pre-cum around your tongue over the head. Eddie groaned, head tilting back against the couch cushions.

You pumped his length, sucking what you could of the thick head down your throat. "Atta girl, that's my girl, fuck," Eddie groaned, gripping your hair a little tighter so you whimpered, vibrations tickling down his shaft to his sac making him tense, bucking gently in your mouth.

You gagged gently at the intrusion and Eddie let out a near pornographic moan. "Fuck, baby, can I- shit- can I fuck your throat? Please?" He begged, half lidded and lust filled.

You clenched your legs, nodding with his cock still in your mouth as he grinned down at you. That's how you ended up, head lolling off the arm of the couch, mouth open and gripping Eddie's thighs as he thrusted into your throat, relishing in how you gagged and swallowed.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good for me. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Good little girl." Eddie praised, eyes pinched close in pleasure.

Tears pricked your eyes, breathing slow to try and match his pace, nails digging into his hairy thighs. Eddie's abs clenched, pulling out of you slowly, before fisting himself.

He moved so his balls were in your face, heavy and hitting your nose, but you knew what he wanted, instinctively sucking them gently, tongue rolling over the skin.

Eddie's breath stuttered, grunting as he jacked himself quicker, leaning over you. "'M gonna cum, baby. Just like that, oh fuck, just like that. 'M-" Eddie groaned before you felt the hot spurts on your chest, your tummy.

Eddie's chest heaved, hunched over you, bracing himself with the back of the couch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his through his curly bangs.

Eddie grinned at you, reaching down to kiss you, hard. He didn't waste time walking around to the other end of the couch, pulling you by your legs so your hips were on the arm of the couch, kneeling down to kiss your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses.

You moaned, arms above your head as you grabbed at the couch, back arching when Eddie licked a long, fat stripe through your folds, circling around your clit.

"Oh!" You whined, clenching when he kitten licked your clit, one hand on your lower tummy, pressing gently, the other adding a finger and pumping slowly in and out of you.

Normally, he'd tease you. get you whiny, teary-eyed, the way it drove him crazy, but not tonight. He was urgent, needy, devouring you from the inside out like a madman.

You felt it building quickly, the sweet release that threatened to take over you any minute. The way Eddie was sucking, nibbling at your achy clit, his long fingers curling and pumping at a much faster pace, mixed with his other hand pressing on your tummy; you knew you were going to soak him, flood him.

You writhed, hips wiggling to get away, the pleasure overwhelming. Eddie knew just how to work you, toy with your body to get it to do exactly what he wanted. Your eyes rolled back, hands pressing against his hand, but it wouldn't budge.

Eddie rolled your clit between his lips, licking gently while his fingers curled, pressing hard down on your lower belly. You cried out, back arching, legs pushing against his back as you gushed around his fingers, spewing all over him, all over the couch.

Eddie grinned, the squelch of wet liquid around his fingers as he pumped into you still was a melody, your cries and moans music to him. Eddie watched as you bucked, then slowed, legs falling and giving out, melting into the couch with heavy breaths.

Eddie licked you once more, the sweetness of your release making his eyes roll back. He stood over you, wiping his wet, shiny mouth with the back of his hand and you whimpered, legs snapping shut, throbbing again.

He was on top of you in an instant, hands on wither side of your head holding him up. Lips on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth so you could taste your release on him. He kissed down your jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, sucking large bruises as he went. He wanted everyone to see them, to know that you were his.

You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair as he sucked deep bruises into your tits, biting and sucking at them, then rolling your nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing them slightly so you yelped.

He pushed himself into you without warning, rutting into you fast, hard, deep strokes that had you gasping, clawing down his back, feet dug into the meat of his ass.

Eddie pressed his face into your neck, sucking and nipping the already sensitive skin, marking it up even more. Your eyes rolled back, bodies rubbing together, chaffing skin to skin.

"Fuck, gonna cum inside you, that ok?" Eddie grunted, his nose nuzzling your cheek, lips pressing sloppy kisses to your flushed skin.

You nodded, gripping his arms, biceps bulging in your hands. You drooled at the definition, the inked skin firm and prominent next to you. Eddie snapped his hips flush against yours, smirking when you cried out, burying your face into his neck to try and muffle the pathetic cries falling from your lips.

Eddie snapped his hips a few more time, clenching with a grunt when he spilled inside you. He kept himself inside you as he rode out his high, long, deep breaths, his mouth hovering over your shoulder. You were barely holding onto him, legs still wrapped loosely around him, head swimming with feeling and fullness of him.

Eddie pulled back, brushing his bangs back so he could look at you. Marked up and bruised, mouth shaped red marks all over your neck and chest. He trailed his finger down your neck, over the well of your breasts where he really bit down.

"'M sorry, baby." He muttered to you, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hadn't asked to do that, cleared it with you, and the guilt was setting in. Girlfriends in the past were furious with him when he'd mark them like that, angry that they'd have to cover them up, and he didn't blame them.

You smiled softly, tucking your chin down to look at the damage. "It's alright." You whispered, tired. "I can cover them it's alright."

Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I should've asked. I can put a coupla spoons in the freezer. That trick worked in high school-"

He moved out of you, not caring that you were oozing him on the worn fabric of the couch, his cock softer and covered in both your spend. You catch his hand gently, thumb running over his rough knuckles. "Eddie, it's ok. I promise." Your eyes shone up at him, warm and gooey in your own afterglow.

Eddie hesitated. "It's ok." You reassured, bringing his hand to your lips brushing them feathery light over his knuckles. "I-I liked it." You blushed at the admission, nuzzling your nose into his hand to hide your giddy smile.

Eddie's eyes lit up, cupping your jaw with his hand, lifting your gaze to his. He cocked his head to the side, dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You liked it?" He asked. You nodded. "You like it when I mark you up, huh? Want everyone to know who you belong to?"

You bit your lips, legs shifting uncomfortably. The dull ache between your legs was still there. Eddie knelt down so his nose was touching yours, an intense look in his eyes. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered, sending shockwaves down your spine, shivering against the couch.

Eddie pressed his lips towards yours so they were barely touching, hairs of his bangs tickling your forehead and eyelashes, sweaty against your skin. "Who do you belong to, baby?"

You squirmed against his gaze, feeling a little vulnerable, a little electric with the way he was looking right through you. "You." You whispered, your bottom lip brushing his, leaning in to kiss him.

Eddie pulled back slightly, his hand on your jaw. "Say it again." His eyes were dark again, lust blown, intense.

You shivered, legs clamping together and you could feel him still running out of you, creating a puddle under you. "You, Eddie," You whispered, eyes rounding into his gaze. "I'm yours, Eddie."

Eddie grinned, teeth bared and grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "That's fuckin' right." He muttered, lips crashing into yours. He moved so you were halfway off the couch, holding onto him for leverage, his grip secure on you. "All mine." He nipped at your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth.

Eddie moved so he was on the couch, long legs crowding on either side of your hips. He pulled you up gently by your arms, so you were in between his legs, curls ticking your cheeks when he kissed you again. He laid back slowly so you were on top of him, hands gripping your waist, your hips, anywhere he could grab and squeeze.

"My turn now." Eddie grinned, wiggling playfully underneath you. "Mark me up, baby. Show the world I'm yours."

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maybe it ain't so bad

Bouncer!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader (established relationship) - Part of Happy Hours

Your boyfriend doesn’t like Christmas much. Inside his huge soft heart, he carries the memories of Christmases good and bad. After this year, the first Christmas you will actually get to spend together, he might feel a little warmer towards the Holidays…

Word Count 4.4k

Contents / Warnings | 18+ | Eddie & Reader are in their mid/late twenties | Loss of a parent, mention of child neglect and abuse | No explicit sex, nonetheless this is an 18+ fic - making out on the sofa, brief choking mention, Eddie’s love of hickies, being horny and in love, mentions of sex and post-sex softness, ‘slut’ as a term of endearment | No physical descriptions of reader; the image used in the header is not indicative of Bartender Reader in this series

Note I missed our metalhead bouncer boyfriend. I tried and tried not to make this sad or angsty. A quick moment to say thank you for all the love over the last sixish months while I have been writing and sharing my work. It’s a joy, truly! Have a cosy holiday season, sweet angels!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Christmas, 1992 

Eddie Munson didn’t care for Christmas.

A long time had passed since the last Christmas with his Mom, but each year the scabbed-over wound inside him tore and stung and bled just a little more around the Holidays. 

It might be more accurate to say then that Eddie Munson did not let himself care for Christmas. It hurt him to care about it, to remember the good ones and the bad ones with his mother, so he tried to just not care. 

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the coloured string lights wound around the shitty plastic tree, glinting against baubles that had seen better days. He could feel her hands holding his much smaller ones as they danced together to Christmas records, the way she held him safe and steady to place the star on top of the tree. The shininess of it all had pulled his attention from her pilled and threadbare sweaters and the bruise-like bags beneath her eyes. The festive earworms drowned out her tearful phone calls to her parents for some extra cash to make sure Eddie would have a present from Santa beneath the tree this year, and her promises that her no-good-husband would see a penny of it.

As he watches you hanging shiny-and-new decorations on the branches of the small fir in the corner of your shared living room, humming to music only you could hear, he could not help but think of her. It hurt, but the smile that spread across your face when you caught him watching soothed his soul just a little bit.

“Hi, handsome.” 

Your voice and that cosy greeting, the eye-sparkling smile you wear when he comes home to you, feels like stepping into a warm bath every single time. It’s a hug before you even open your arms to him.

You watch him unwind his scarf and shake out his frosted curls once his jacket has been hung on its peg. His boots are slipped off and left to pick up later. 

“How’d it go?”

Eddie stares at the shiny ornament hanging between your fingers on gold thread, lost somewhere in his head or hypnotised by the way it caught the light until you call his name again. 

“Sorry, yeah. Went good. You’ve been busy…”

While Eddie was teaching his last guitar lesson before the Holidays, you had draped the tree with shiny bright lights and made a start on the baubles, hanging them extra-slowly in the hope that your boyfriend might want to help when he got home. Neither of you had work tonight, scheduled off synchronously as a little reward for working Christmas Eve.

“You wanna help?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes, even as you readied yourself for rejection.

You knew his feelings about Christmas - not just his capitalist hellscape rant that came out whenever someone asked if he was looking forward to the holidays, but you knew the deep emotional pain he carried as another year passed without her. Every year the taste of her cinnamon-spiced sugar cookies and the scent of her perfume, that special Mom Smell, faded more in his memories.

For the first Christmas you would actually spend together as a couple, you wanted it to be special and cosy. You wanted Eddie to feel comfortable and safe, not like a prisoner bound in tinsel as you forced him to watch Miracle on 34th Street or How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (though he did have a soft spot for the green guy). A lazy few days cocooned in your apartment, a nice no-fuss dinner and quality time together. It helped too that you could pick up the Christmas Eve shift in the bar instead of travelling out of the state to sit at home with your families and miss each other, count the days until you hopped back on the plane to O’Hare, and pray that Eddie would drive safe on the icy roads around Hawkins. 

The decorations had been a compromise; Eddie never usually bothered and you liked to spend at least half a day making your home look like a festive explosion. A deal had been made on a small tree with a few lights.

You looked at that tree now, its small and slightly wonky stature had charmed you. Eddie’s staring at it too and you can see a glimpse of the broken boy Eddie once was; it makes your heart hurt. 

“Is it too much? I can stop…” Your voice is quiet.

Eddie shakes his head and plasters on a smile for you that makes your chest ache, before rounding the sofa on socked feet to press a kiss to your head and squeeze you around the middle.

His nose is cold from being outside. That fresh scent of bright winter air clings to him and slowly melts away inside the warm flat you share. 

“Looks great.” Eddie picks up a random red bauble. “Where does this one go?”

“Wherever you want it to go. Just look for the bare spots.” 

You tamp down any fizzing excitement that he’s taking an interest, then feel guilty that you are thinking of him like he’s a wild animal who is easily spooked. 

Eddie brings you back to reality, just like always.

“You gonna move it later when I’m not looking?” he asks, brows raising beneath his bangs as you loop your ornament on a branch. 

That ‘I know you too well for your cute lies, babe’ look he gave you made your cheeks feel warm. It was close to his ‘you’re pushin’ it and you’re being a brat on purpose’ look. That one was fun.

“Only if it’s too close to another red.”

He had seen you and Michelle in full-festive-flight when you decorated the bar every year; every year he braved the cold of the beer cellar or the back alley to stay well out of your way lest he be roped into a squabble on the placement of some stupid garland. 

Not fully convinced, Eddie zeroes in a bare spot (not too near to another red ball) and slips it over the branch with less practiced precision. It’s perfect.

You lean over to smack a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re a natural, Teddy.” 

His arm slips and winds around your waist, squeezing the squish of your hips before he presses his lips to your head. “Do I get a reward?” 

Eddie’s touch and the low timbre of his voice stoke the cosy glow in your body into something more fiery and exciting. His fingers skate along the waistband of your sweatpants, tracing up beneath your (his) hoodie. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Two can play that game.

“For one little bauble? I’m not that easy, Munson.” 

It pains you to pull yourself away but the warmth and hunger in his gaze feeds your ego and the flame in your gut. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I need you to show me.” His fingers reach out to grab the empty space between you. 

Your eyes roll as you crouch to pick up two more baubles.

“Gimme a kiss for every decoration I put on then?” Eddie suggested, “I’ll keep tally.”

A slow smile makes its way onto your face and you nod. “That could be arranged. Don’t half-ass it though, they’ll fall off if they’re not on properly.” Your eyes narrow in warning, “I’ll bite you instead of kiss you if you half-ass it.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, honey,” Eddie smirks and takes both baubles from you - one gold, one pink - and hangs them on his fingers, strategically dangling them right over his nipples. He gets the exact reaction he was hoping for - an eye-roll and that smile you do when you try not to laugh at his silliness. That smile that had made him fall for you.

“And you know my motto - full ass or no ass at all. No half-assin’ around here.” 

Before you can make a smart comment about his flat ass, Eddie takes his time to thoughtfully hang the ornaments in two bare spots and surveys his work with a quietly-pleased hum. You could imagine what he was like as a kid, bargaining for an extra cookie once the tree was decorated, or an extra bedtime story. You didn’t hang any more decorations in favour of watching him work for a few moments, the colourful glow of the lights on his pale skin. 

He catches you staring and softens, winks at you as he picks two more baubles up. One for you, one for him. 

After passing the gold string between your fingers, you press a bonus-kiss to Eddie’s lips before finishing off your first tree together. Neither of you acknowledges with words how special it is, but it’s there. You squabble playfully when you get in each other’s way or when Eddie slaps your ass while he’s reaching for the snowman ornament you have had since you were a kid. 

You had accumulated a little collection of retro Christmas decorations in thrift shops over the years - pretty vintage baubles and kitschy ornaments, a few random or weird tchotchkes. A purchase from last year - a glittery skull wearing a Santa hat - earned instant approval from Eddie and pride of place on the tree. That one had caught your eye a few months after you two had started dating.

When the box of ornaments runs out, you take a step back and pull Eddie’s arm to join you. 

“You like it?” Your voice is quiet and careful as your cheek rests against the softness his sweater.

“Pretty,” Eddie says, just as quiet. His arms wind around you and hold you against his chest, starting a slow rock from foot to foot.

“Can I give you something?” you ask, voice muffled against his chest.

Eddie’s brows shoot up, a flirty look in his eyes. “Oh? You can give me whatever you want, babydoll.”

That wolfish grin of his still made you feel tingly all over, even as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s for the tree. Cool it, Romeo.” 

You pay this kiss-tax to be freed from the cosiness of his arms and slip into the bedroom for just a second. It is enough time for Eddie to edit a few baubles like it’s second nature to him, swapping out colours that are too close to each other and filling gaps until you arrive with a box. He has forgotten that he used to watch his mother do the same thing while he was content with his oven-warm cookies and cold milk on the couch.

You pass the box to Eddie. “It’s not really a gift. It’s for both of us.”

“Is it lingerie?” His brows raise, hopefully suggestive, as he smooths a finger over the lovingly slapped-on bow. Lingerie has certainly proven itself to be quite the mutual gift over the last year. His mind wanders to that last deep purple set you bought, and he can feel himself starting to drool.

“Eddie, just open it. You’re going to be so disappointed, it’s lame…”

At the talk of lingerie, you are acutely aware that you are currently dressed in sweats and one of his hoodies. In a funny sort of way, you know that the cosy combo does it for Eddie as much as lace and satin. The every-horny-for-your-boyfriend part of your brain considers wrapping yourself up in a big red bow for him. He would like that far too much.

He feigns coolness as he pulls the lid off and you push your unhinged thoughts away.

Inside, wrapped in crinkly red tissue paper, are two things - a matte black bauble with your initials curling together in shiny red calligraphy. Beside it, a small silver frame ornament with a candid snap of Eddie and you from Thanksgiving just passed, the one you spent in Hawkins with Wayne and his girlfriend. You’re perched on his lap, arms looped around his neck, smiling and very clearly obsessed with each other.

“I just thought we could... We could start our own traditions. Little things.” You speak into the quietness of the room as Eddie stares into the box. You murmur to yourself when he doesn’t answer, “You didn’t even want a tree, it’s so stupid.”

“Stop that.” Eddie’s frown is serious. “My girlfriend isn’t stupid. How dare you.” 

“But you don’t even like Christmas… It’s kinda stu-”

“Don’t. It’s fuckin’ thoughtful as fuck.” Eddie smiles softly at the ornaments, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. “You’re too cute, baby.” 

Pressing a smiling kiss to your lips, Eddie could feel himself beginning to soften. Maybe this Christmas thing would not be so bad this year…

Christmas with Wayne was always low-key - some years his Uncle took a shift at the plant and they exchanged thoughtfully practical presents like new guitar strings or picks, a book or an album, novelty mugs and new baseball caps or shirts. 

Wayne was not so fond of Christmas either. It reminded him of his heavy-handed drunk of a father, and the anxiety-inducing unanswered phone calls to his idiot brother’s house after Elizabeth died. It reminded him of finding his nephew alone in a cold house on Christmas Day, without a tree or dinner when Al forgot to come home. The kid didn’t have a single present to open from Santa. 

When Eddie moved to the trailer with him, too wise to the big bad world to be so easily distracted by shiny things, Wayne made sure there was a present for Eddie every single year, a meal and some company - even if the kid didn’t want it, even if Eddie screamed and threw a fit until he sobbed himself silent because he was just a little boy who missed his Mama…

Now, in the cocoon of your home together, Eddie's smile brims with child-like innocence, touched by the weight of wanting to start your own traditions together. You knew you were it for each other, but the little reminder of how much you meant it makes him glow.

He puts the box down and cups your face, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach. “God, I’m so in love with you,” he growls like a happy demon, making you laugh. 

Contently trapped against his body, soft and lean in all the right places, you release the breath you had been holding as Eddie studies the contents of the gift box again. 

“Look at these! I need this picture for my wallet. I need like, six copies,” he murmurs, “Have you ever seen a hotter couple?” Eddie brushes his thumb over the velvety loop of ribbon to hang it on the tree. “We need this for our grandkids, baby.” 

“Laurel took it. I’ll get you another copy.” Your face hurts from smiling as he kisses your cheek again. Wayne’s girlfriend was fond of you both, particularly Eddie.

“And this? Fuckin’ gothic as hell, I love it.” He strokes the intertwined initials before putting the box down to hug you just a shade off too tight. Nuzzling your noses together, he asks, “Where are we going to hang ‘em?”

“Front and centre?” you suggested, shrugging a little. “We could move that one…”

“Creepy Santa?”

“Banish him to the back of the tree. Begone, creep.”

Eddie chokes a laugh and muttered, “I love when you say nerdy shit, baby,” before unwinding his arms from around you to banish Creepy Santa.

“My boyfriend is a huge nerd, I can’t help it,” you tease.

After some careful re-arranging, the two new additions take pride of place on your tree. Eddie’s tongue had stuck out in concentration as he balanced them both so carefully; you wished you had your camera to capture the moment, not that you would ever forget it. 

You are wrapped up in his arms again once you agree on the placement, nose to nose as Eddie tells you how much he loves you again. The little noise he makes when you slip your hands into his back pockets hits low in your gut.

“You saving those kisses you earned or cashing them in, hot stuff?” you ask, tracing his jaw with the tip of your nose.

Eddie’s teeth flash in the low light; the room is shadowy and warm in the glow of string lights and a dim lamp in the corner. 

“Oh, I’m saving them up, princess. Might claim one or two right now, but the rest are staying with me. Got a pocketful of IOUs for kisses.”

You press your face against his shoulder, smiling. “That’s so ominous, Teddy.” 

“Next time you’re mad at me? Kiss token. When you’re too busy with stupid chores to take my human right to be kissed seriously? Pucker the fuck up, pretty girl.” 

You love him all ways, but especially like this; playful and fun, flirting hard with you. Eddie’s using his voice in a way you know comes from years of playing DnD, and a stint in the drama club at school. He’s in-your-face-flirty, never subtle. This is the man who punched someone for you before you were even dating; there’s nothing subtle about Eddie Munson. 

No, there’s absolutely nothing subtle about Eddie as his hips press forward against yours and he directs your mouth to his, cashing in the first of those kisses. He smiles when you chase him for more. You pull him closer, your hands on that flat ass of his, and sigh when his tongue licks across your bottom lip. 

“That’s one,” he whispers. 

He cups your warm cheek, his pinky stroking your pulse point. He can feel your blood pump quicker when his breath breezes over your mouth, like the hard beating of butterfly wings that he feels too. Eddie likes how they have not gone away yet for either of you; over a year together and no sign of migration. He hopes they never leave.

“M’not counting. Just kiss me,” you whisper, a little whiney and needier than you had realised now that you are pressed up against him with nowhere else to be. 

Never one to leave you hanging (unless that was part of the game you were playing), Eddie kisses you like a man starved. He craves that gasping whimper only he can pull from your throat, the flutter of your lashes when your tongues slide together. 

You shiver when his chilly fingers slip up beneath your sweatshirt, palm flat to the small of your back - the part he likes to see arched when he takes you from behind. 

Your lips buzz where they press against Eddie’s; the electricity passing between you makes you glow like Christmas lights. 

Eddie can tell your brain is still working too hard and brings his hand to your throat; not squeezing but his touch just enough to bring you back to him. It makes you keen for him. A reminder of something you both want to try, but not before you work up to it and do a little more research.

“Okay?” he checks, kissing the corner of your mouth. He watches your eyes go dark, swallowed up by your pupils in the dim light. 

“Mhm,” you murmur, tilting your chin just enough to graze your lips against Eddie’s.

He blesses you with an all-too-brief kiss, knowing you need and want more. He backs up a few steps, taking you with him to sit on the couch. Sitting there, thighs spread and waiting, the way he looks up at you makes you clench. You take your place in his lap and spend a moment slowing it all down again, forehead to forehead with Eddie’s hands stroking your hips. 

“I love you,” he whispers, the words tickling your lips. 

“I know. Love you,” you murmur back, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You thumb the tired crescent beneath it, skating along his smiling cheek. 

When he looks at you, it makes your heart beat double time; it’s not just the lust darkening his eyes, but pure adoration. 

You cross your arms to wriggle out of the hoodie, stripped down to a cotton cami and a bra that had been relegated to comfy-wear-only. Eddie thinks you are a goddess, and he is completely and utterly down-bad for you. The glow of the Christmas tree behind you makes you look like some sort of angel.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. His hands run up your sides and down again, pulling you in closer onto his lap. You can feel him beneath the layers of sweatpants and denim. 

You lean into him again for another kiss, melting against Eddie’s warm chest when his hands begin to wander. He kisses you, his tongue twisted with yours as he takes his time. There is no rush this evening, no need to get off quick before your shift. 

Without the deadline, you draw it out - kissing slow, hands wandering to squeeze and tease, hips rolling and grinding together hot and hard beneath the layers. You give extra attention to that spot on Eddie’s neck that makes him go cross-eyed, dragging your teeth over the little bruise he can hide beneath his hair (but he won’t because he’s a menace and a bit of a slut). 

You pull off his black sweater - the one that hugs his arms and makes his waist look biteable - and kiss along the neckline of his tank top. Your fingers push at it and his silver chain when they get in the way of another bruise-making kiss that makes Eddie swear under his breath. 

“Baby, fuck.” 

He grunts quietly when you push your hips together again, attempting to relieve some of the building ache between your thighs. 

“Mm, that’s the plan,” you whisper, smiling against his collarbone when he chokes on his own throaty laugh. 

When you look up at him there is a dusty pink flush across his cheeks. You watch his jaw drop just a fraction when your breath casts over the damp kisses you left on his neck. When your thumb catches purposefully on his nipple there’s a quiet ‘fuck’ that tumbles from his tongue. 

As his ability to be patient wanes, Eddie catches your lips again and slowly guides you to lie back against the sofa cushions.

“You drive my crazy,” he whispers, brushing back the hair that had fallen around your face. He kisses you again, a whisper of teeth against your lip before your tongues meet in a filthy kiss.

You make space for him between your legs, lying chest to chest as close as possible without opening up your chest and letting him crawl inside, without physically melting together to become one. You lose yourself in each other, bathed in the warm light of the tree.

“You didn’t do a star. Or an angel, angel. Do you have one?” Eddie’s jeans and belt are undone around his hips as he sits with your feet in his lap, pulled back on to smoke out the window.

“I got distracted before I could put it up.” You wiggle your toes against his thigh, yelping when he runs his fingertips over the sole. You shove it beneath his leg, safe and warm away from his tickling fingers. “I have one. It’s in that bag.” 

Back in your (Eddie’s) hoodie and your underwear, you point him toward the busted-around-the-edges gift bag left forgotten by the stereo. “You wanna put it up?”

Eddie smells warm and smokey when he leans in for a kiss, a tinge of sweat lingering after making love to you. He still has his warm pink-cheeked glow and proudly wears the bruises from your sweet mouth, the red marks left by your fingernails on his back. 

Three pecks later, he stands with a groan more befitting a man of his uncle’s age and picks up the bag. You watch him stare at the contents, an unreadable look on his face as he lifts it out.

Your star is kitschy as hell, gold with little tinsel pom-poms on the pointy edges and definitely older than both of you. It’s not to everyone’s taste, a little tacky perhaps, but that was part of its charm. When it caught your magpie-eye in a junk shop a few weeks ago you couldn’t leave it behind. The had-seen-better-days tree-topper that had cost one whole dollar and seventy-five cents. It had glittered at you from the shelf and whispered ‘take me with you’. 

“If you hate it, we don’t have to put it up. We could put Creepy Santa up there instead,” you mused, “Our creepy angel…” 

“I don’t hate it. It’s so… wrong in the best way.” Eddie turns the star-shape in his hands. It reminds him of the chintzy and bright Christmas trees and flashy lights in Forest Hills. “Where the hell did you even get this thing?” 

“In the little thrift store near the camera shop. The one where you got me those earrings…?” 

“Mm, I know it. Maybe we can un-banish the Creep too. I guess it’s Christmas after all…” he reaches for the previously hidden Santa Claus figure with shifty eyes and rosy cheeks and replaces him near the top of the tree. “Yeesh, you’re a weird little man.” He flicks Santa before lifting the star up. “You wanna do the honours?”

From your cosy place on the couch, still pleasantly jelly-legged and tingly all over, you shake your head. “You do it. I’m comfy.” 

Eddie shrugs and reaches to balance the topper on the highest point of your perfectly wonky little tree, standing back with his hands on his hips before looking to you for approval. 

You give Eddie two thumbs up before opening your arms for him. You barely brace for impact when he pounces on you, head thrown back laughing. “Ed!” You squeak when he presses growling kisses to your neck. 

Resting on your chest, Eddie looks up at you with those shiny baby-cow eyes you adore. He is so soft beneath it all. He makes your heart beat double time. You brush back his hair and kiss his forehead as he gets comfortable. You wrap your legs around him so he cannot go anywhere, even if he wanted to. 

“Can we make this part of our tradition too?” he asks.

“Mm, I like how you think, pretty boy.”

Your fingers comb through his curls as he rests his weight on you. There is nowhere you would rather be.

Eddie cannot keep himself from staring at the tree in the quiet bliss of it all. He soaks it in; the thud of your heart beneath his ear, the way the tree-lights blur his eyes when he stares at them for too long. 

A small slow smile spreads onto his face. He decides then that maybe, just maybe, Christmas might not be so bad this year.

An easter egg for the babes who made it to the end - here's the picture from the header image (I love making photos like this for fics tbh). I like to think this is one of the pictures Eddie's Mom sent to Wayne and he still has it 🥲🥲🥲

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